Saxophone Doom lyrics

[Hook: Curtis Williams]
Yo
Sweatbox hot, the block is on fire
Looks like Mom and Pop, that’s right I’m a
Dope head, drop out, drop-head recliner
Get top, with no line, I’m top lining
No top boys in yo’ set, so stop lying
Kept the rhythm funky and fresh, for my body
6 gold chains on my neck, each sided
Beat boys fresh for the set, no one timing

[Verse 1: Jace]
Haters get up off me, I’m f*ckin’ saucy
Michael Scott up in The Office, I’m f*ckin’ bossy
Yardman gone wazze, you can’t stop me
Where de 'wana get it poppin’, now what the problem
All my n*ggas got priors, they eaten’ pasta
All my b*tches wear heels, and they talk proper
Clique wars, 5 mil, man it’s f*ckin’ awesome
Clipboard, 5 mil, man it’s f*ckin’ awesome
So tell me who gon’ f*ckin’ stop us
Nah n*gga, no body
Nah n*gga, no body
Guarantee you that my gang on it!

[Verse 2: Curtis Williams]
I guarantee that the gang on it
Gave the girl the mic and she sang on it
Flux made a beat and I bang on it
Ass so fat, put a chain on it
Hit it so good, put my name on it
Hit it like I’m 'bout to put a ring on it
But then I put the gang on it
Ay, then I put the gang on it, b*tch!
[Verse 3: Jace]
Really way bigger than that, they can’t kill me
Really way bigger than rap, they can’t feel me
Know that I be smokin’ the pack, they can’t smell me
n*ggas know it ain’t really sh*t, they can’t tell me
Ain’t a hoe I wanted to hit, that ain’t felt me
Y’all need to quit ridin’ di*k, it ain’t healthy
See you sneak-dissing me still, you ain’t stealthy
And you at ya grandma crib, you ain’t wealthy
Hit the spot, then a bar, pop a bar loose
Put in a jar, do it all, sip goose
I been goin’ off, sayin’, “I ain’t hard”
And I’m lookin’ at a broad like, “damn b*tch who?”

[Jace & Curtis Williams]
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Yeah?
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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Aight let’s get it

[Jace]
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f*ck what you think, it stick up
Bad yellow thang get my di*k up
Hope you prepared
Hope you prepared for the switcha’
I like to mix drugs with my liqua’, Kill it!
I need them bags
Fast as I can, yeah
And I’mma go HAM
'Till Miss Piggy dough ham
Yeah, smoke meet the gram
At every chance
At least when I can
I’mma go in, and switch it again, go!

Roll it up, gas
In the living room
How a n*gga been living
What he living through?
I’mma show these b*tch n*ggas
What I’m finna do
Tell the industry, “f*ck 'em and they interviews!”
Got it (got it, got it, got it)
Got it (got it, got it, got it)
Alright
Alright