John Witherspoon lyrics

[Verse]
Y'all do the mostest
My weed stank like the sh*t got Halitosis
Here's a toast for the plans that we put in motion
Chevy tip-toeing down the street
Like it's RiFF rocking Air Jordans
Damn, I'm at brunch ordering mimosas
About to go and make a play on Amnicola
About to go and school these busters like McCallie
You n*ggas stupid, y'all done took too many mollys
Too many many books, I done gained too much knowledge
I ain't a prophet b*tch I'm all about a profit
n*gga, you a buster, and a buster told the cops where the stash was soon as they pulled you over n*gga
I'ma keep a toaster in the holster in case they think a n*gga sleepin', please believe I got the Folgers n*gga
Wake a n*gga up just like J. Cola n*gga
Lowkey, I think my aunt still whipping yola, n*gga
You ain't seen this, n*gga
You ain't seen sh*t, you a motherf*ckin' liar
You ain't see a n*gga do it like this
Since Cash Money Big Timers on them Yokohama tires
Put the money in my hand, I make a fist
Rollin' around in the wealth with the tint
A lot of stalling [?] got a Rollie on a wrist
Ya boy hot, boy I got the city on fire
Got the b*tches rubbing on my chest without the Vicks
n*gga it's The House and I'm sitting on the couch
Rolling out the house
A n*gga from the South and I came with the bounce
Bica-bica-bounce b*tch
Came back like f*cking tax refund
Rest in peace Pimp C and Big Pun
Sway, you couldn't give a n*gga a song with the big guns
Spottie's back in town, we in the stu smoking big blunts
sh*t!
[Skit]
f*ck man, I just burned my finger
Get this sh*t bruh, it's a roach

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