Sahtyre - 1992 lyrics

Yeah, and really I ain't never gave a fuck
Saht be that nigga when you
See me, homie say, "What up?"
These boozy bitches be annoying
Like a paper cut
All I'm trying to do is make some
Music till I take my drugs
Long hair, don't care, on some Wayne shit
Just cause my voice weird
Don't mean I'm on some Wayne shit
Cali in my blood
Slit my wrists so you can taste it
Bitch niggas running like graffiti
When the paint drip
I'm on a space ship, feeling so groovy
High like cooley with syrup in my smoothie
Jealous motherfuckers wanna judge like Judy
But I don't give a damn
If you don't like it, bitch sue me
Got a dubee full of hash, burn it to ash
Ass, the bitch I keep it wet, splash
Roll up in the bar, full bottle and a flask
And if you ain't fucking with us
Y'all can kiss my ass
And I just might spaz on your bitch ass
First name Cass, no rass
Remember when a nigga ain't had no cash?
Now I'm laughing at them dumb hoes
That didn't let me smash
LSD, what you telling me?
And all my niggas is real, no Tel Aviv
And it's hella G and they will agree
Cause we got em' all hooked, no MSG
And it's feeling like we cheating
Everyday a weekend i'mma die eventually
So what's the point of sleeping?
Always late as fuck to
These boring ass meetings
Rather be with all my niggas
Smoking joints and drinking
So, they say I'm a delinquent
I say, they just afraid cause I think quick
Chase Moore and the hippy, so the beat sick
Beast it you ain't fucking with us
Eat a dick till your teeth chip
Homie I'm a be me, drugs in my beanie
I wish a nigga would, I told that to my genie
Sipping on that premium with
Shrooms like Luigi whole 'nother world
Couldn't find me with a Ouija
It's easy, Sahteezy, young steezy
Climb from the bottom to the top, no ZZ
From LA, to DC, to Asia, to Figi
They crank up the
They go crazy when they see me
Cause I'm right here in 3D
And I kill beats
You're, don't give a shit if I sampled
It was meaty
It was life shit cause it's my shit
Can't see me like fly shit, get off my dick
Either get the point or you'll get
The point of my ice pick
Die slow, die slow, fro like sideshow
Bob getting bobbed by some
Broad puffing hydro
Hands up in the sky though
Middle finger flipping to the 5-0
West like 5-0, bitch
Four walls, they surround me