Vinnie Paz, Block McCloud - I’ll Buy All The Uranium You’ve Got lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, Block McCloud - I’ll Buy All The Uranium You’ve Got lyrics]
Yeah, one-two! Yeah, yeah, one-two!
Yeah! yeah! One-two!
Papo Andy forever! Look, yeah
This a wild guess homie
This a shot in the dark you like baby food
Just another walk in the park
This philosophy I walk into
A Mosque with Descartes
This is Jeffrey Dahmer ’89, fork in the heart
This Magnum ain’t eat in a while
See the Cal hungry it’s why I got my hand in
My drawers like I’m Al Bundy
A lotta y’all know that you
Stolen ya style from me
You can’t duplicate what I did
And you wild bummy
What you know about your man being down?
Doing eighteen bullets you ain’t
Have him around
We clappin’ this like you wearin’
A cap and a gown the hatches is wide open
Better battin’ ‘em down
You try to go to war with the man
You muhfuckas ‘bout to ride
In the coroner van this a mind eraser
You can take a shot of this booze
I’m a king, you a pawn
Y'all must got me confused, stupid
Oh no, please don't confuse me (Oh no)
Pistol packin' thought you knew me, oh wee
I got them drugs, I got them guns
I'm not the one
Oh no, please don't confuse me (Oh no)
Pistol packin' thought you knew me, oh wee
I got them drugs, I got them guns
I'm not the one
Yeah, all these weapons like my road dog
Always got the 40 on me, ahki
I'm like O-Dog
Anything you think is yours, money
I will bogart
When you hear the seven trumpets
Blowin' that's a prologue
I ain't have a dime life
Was shitty and cruel
So I learned that when you hungry
You ain't picky with food
Now I'm smokin' outta suttin'
Like a didgeridoo
This a Glock 27 and it's Tiffany Blue
And it's nothing anyone of y'all
Could do to compete
Heavenly Father I thank you for
The food that we eat
I get money ahki, I be in the payday trance
This dummy duckin' shots look like
It's the Nae Nae dance
At the Time Warner Penthouse
Meet me in the Mezzanine
Styrofoam cups, orange soda and promethazine
The type to bring the gas to the fire
This is kerosene
Vinnie nice destroy your fucking
Life like methamphetamine
Oh no, please don't confuse me (Oh no)
Pistol packin' thought you knew me, oh wee
I got them drugs, I got them guns
I'm not the one
Oh no, please don't confuse me (Oh no)
Pistol packin' thought you knew me, oh wee
I got them drugs, I got them guns
I'm not the one
Yeah! yeah! One-two!
Papo Andy forever! Look, yeah
This a wild guess homie
This a shot in the dark you like baby food
Just another walk in the park
This philosophy I walk into
A Mosque with Descartes
This is Jeffrey Dahmer ’89, fork in the heart
This Magnum ain’t eat in a while
See the Cal hungry it’s why I got my hand in
My drawers like I’m Al Bundy
A lotta y’all know that you
Stolen ya style from me
You can’t duplicate what I did
And you wild bummy
What you know about your man being down?
Doing eighteen bullets you ain’t
Have him around
We clappin’ this like you wearin’
A cap and a gown the hatches is wide open
Better battin’ ‘em down
You try to go to war with the man
You muhfuckas ‘bout to ride
In the coroner van this a mind eraser
You can take a shot of this booze
I’m a king, you a pawn
Y'all must got me confused, stupid
Oh no, please don't confuse me (Oh no)
Pistol packin' thought you knew me, oh wee
I got them drugs, I got them guns
I'm not the one
Oh no, please don't confuse me (Oh no)
Pistol packin' thought you knew me, oh wee
I got them drugs, I got them guns
I'm not the one
Yeah, all these weapons like my road dog
Always got the 40 on me, ahki
I'm like O-Dog
Anything you think is yours, money
I will bogart
When you hear the seven trumpets
Blowin' that's a prologue
I ain't have a dime life
Was shitty and cruel
So I learned that when you hungry
You ain't picky with food
Now I'm smokin' outta suttin'
Like a didgeridoo
This a Glock 27 and it's Tiffany Blue
And it's nothing anyone of y'all
Could do to compete
Heavenly Father I thank you for
The food that we eat
I get money ahki, I be in the payday trance
This dummy duckin' shots look like
It's the Nae Nae dance
At the Time Warner Penthouse
Meet me in the Mezzanine
Styrofoam cups, orange soda and promethazine
The type to bring the gas to the fire
This is kerosene
Vinnie nice destroy your fucking
Life like methamphetamine
Oh no, please don't confuse me (Oh no)
Pistol packin' thought you knew me, oh wee
I got them drugs, I got them guns
I'm not the one
Oh no, please don't confuse me (Oh no)
Pistol packin' thought you knew me, oh wee
I got them drugs, I got them guns
I'm not the one