The Lab lyrics

[Intro]
Kasher Quon
Let's go (Aw yeah, Chris)
What time is it right now? It's 8:31
I'm in a hip-hop lab
75 dollar eighthy, one Backwood
250 dollar cup

[Verse]
We pulled up with the blicks out, pulled up to ya b*tch house
I'm lookin' for a dirty-ass doctor, I need scripts now
I couldn't find no Wockhardt, I'm lookin' for Tris' now
He used to be a shooter back then, he a b*tch now
Used to be a lame-ass n*gga, he in a clique now
I'm tired of f*ckin' all these different hoes, I need a b*tch now
This hoe keep askin' for money, told her "b*tch, bow"
Get on yo' motherf*ckin' knees and beg now
Already had a Datejust, I want a prez' now
My uncle sell crack for 20 years, he in the feds' now
The last n*gga tried to run off ain't got now legs now
And the news just said that that n*gga dead now (f*ck!)
R.I.P! f*ck that dead-ass n*gga, he can rest in peace
If the police pull me over, they arrestin' me
Cuz' I'm ridin' round this b*tch hot with 3 felonies
And I got one felony
Paid 1500 for my shoes, them b*tches Louis V
I don't wear no Alexander McQueen's
You ain't never see me in those or purple jeans
Only thing you see me with purple is purple lean
I heard you sippin' on green, you a turtle fiend
Goddamn ninja turtle
Got a b*tch pregnant on mistake cuz' she was fertile
Karo'ed his juice and f*cked him up, somebody burp 'em
My cousin ran off with a band, I hope somebody merk 'em
Leave his b*tch-ass face-flat
I paid 60 for a 3.5, you gon' taste that