Sack Jack, Twisty Tip - Caffeine Corporation lyrics
[Sack Jack, Twisty Tip - Caffeine Corporation lyrics]
You ain't seen nobody fresher than me
Fresher than we, we apply
The pressure with ease, okay
A grand don't come free, yes it is me
Starch on my dickies and I got
My socks to my knees
And I got smelly ass feet
I got crops of that weed
Call up my grandmama and tell
Her that we finna eat
Now I got food on my plate, juicy steak
Dinner plate i got something in my trunk
When I hit the inner state oh fuck
I forgot how to drive but I'm going 95
And I got like 20 police cars right behind me
All because, I got buzz, I'm a now, you a was
What you is, is a scrub
You ain't pals with me bub
Ah fudge with the crud I've
Got poopie in my drugs
Everytime I hit the bud
I taste dookie in my lungs
Oh man, I used to smoke out of a can
But now that I'm older, I use a steamroller
Rollin' like a train, finna bring the pain
Fuck what you talkin' bout mane
I don't give a dang
Finna get up on a damn plane on this
Plain fall in love with a beautiful woman
I got nuts, baby big ones
Generate the big funds
On my table big coke, in my closet big guns
In my cup is Big Blue -
Remember that rare old ass
Soda that you used to buy
When you were like two?
Oh shit, terrible twos, taco Tues
Drippin' like ooze
Wake up to hit the snooze, call up Kill
What's the move
Let's go get some caffeine Dylan
I've been feeling kinda tired
We should go get 10 espresso shots
From the damn bean supplier
You sir, are not welcome here
There is a hater in my midst, I do declare
We some pros, in them videos
With them skinny hoes
And them big hoes, you know
We kill all who oppose
Fresher than we, we apply
The pressure with ease, okay
A grand don't come free, yes it is me
Starch on my dickies and I got
My socks to my knees
And I got smelly ass feet
I got crops of that weed
Call up my grandmama and tell
Her that we finna eat
Now I got food on my plate, juicy steak
Dinner plate i got something in my trunk
When I hit the inner state oh fuck
I forgot how to drive but I'm going 95
And I got like 20 police cars right behind me
All because, I got buzz, I'm a now, you a was
What you is, is a scrub
You ain't pals with me bub
Ah fudge with the crud I've
Got poopie in my drugs
Everytime I hit the bud
I taste dookie in my lungs
Oh man, I used to smoke out of a can
But now that I'm older, I use a steamroller
Rollin' like a train, finna bring the pain
Fuck what you talkin' bout mane
I don't give a dang
Finna get up on a damn plane on this
Plain fall in love with a beautiful woman
I got nuts, baby big ones
Generate the big funds
On my table big coke, in my closet big guns
In my cup is Big Blue -
Remember that rare old ass
Soda that you used to buy
When you were like two?
Oh shit, terrible twos, taco Tues
Drippin' like ooze
Wake up to hit the snooze, call up Kill
What's the move
Let's go get some caffeine Dylan
I've been feeling kinda tired
We should go get 10 espresso shots
From the damn bean supplier
You sir, are not welcome here
There is a hater in my midst, I do declare
We some pros, in them videos
With them skinny hoes
And them big hoes, you know
We kill all who oppose