MellowHype, Mike G - Loaded lyrics

Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale
Bitch I'm making chip off sales
While sipping on White Zinfandael
Probably sipping still cause it
Is my favorite flavor
My beat wake the block up like
"Hodgy Beats hates all his neighbors"
They call the po-po, I'm cocking back the 44
The one man army, my automatic Rose Gold
Double O, subtract one numero from Seven
Taking niggas back to school like
A bus ride for adolescents
Wolves plotting for their future
Like fucking investments and I go so hard
That's why your bitch keep on caressing
Flat iron and pressing my VCR buttons
But this a DVD so you can
Watch it with your cousins
2010, bitch we get it in
Go ahead and tell your friends
I hope them bitches be twins
Doobies in Jacuzzis
White bitches with big booties i'm a pirate
Going after them diamonds and them rubies
I be like hello
Play them corners like their cellos
It go crazy in the streets
When the hype gets mellow
(I got my feet up, laid back
Smoking on a haze sack
Sitting on a haystack
We go off like grenade caps)
Makeshift millions
Knocking down your buildings
Know they fear me I'm a villain
Stacking dollars to the ceiling
(I'm on the corner for you
Judge me I'll destroy your lawyer
Outta Luckett like Letoya
Mellow one's too Hype to bore you)

Girl you so sour but you're sweet like candy
Let's fuck in the forest
Mother nature and Bambi
Balling like Camby, organic like cran' be
Glass house on a beach for when
I want to get Sandy
Everything is dandy, ask my nigga Handy
I take a strike in LA lights
Like I'm dodging with Manny
Girls drop them panties
Even their aunties no grannies
Grandma, I'm leaking on the
Beat like a tampon
Phlegm spitting 'til my whole
Odd Future camps on
We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer
Stay fresh before hopping up in any shower
Death to haters tryna take minutes
Up off my hour i got the hood with me
I'm the nigga with the power
Weed, cocaine, and the muthafuckin' Zannies
Me and Brain lurk together
Like a fucking family

I mastered this in Sessions I be last to hit
But my confidence brim
That means there's none after this
This rhyme spitting done turned
Me to a convict i'm fucking sick
There's no resolution to this conflict
Well, death might be one
But there's no stopping these wolves
For your heads we come
I'm a rider, garage got motorbikes in it
They're confused
Scratch their heads like theres
Fucking lice in it
Party hard, man it's Golden
Have them hands foldin'
Mellow keep it rollin'
That's how we stay Loaded
Like them fo'-fo's
They stay in them four doors
Bitches watch when they go slow
We pimp them hoes that drive Rodeo's
And Volvo's
Because they fuck with lame niggas
They ain't learn? Hatin' niggas won't
Make your chain bigger
You're comedy to me and crowds
Flee when your shit's on
You get fake applause like a TV sitcom