Grown sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Yep, yeah, yep, yeah, yep
Don't stop, won't stop, won't quit
Never could, never would
Mac Dre back with some mo' sh*t
You know (Yadida mean, Yadida mean)
Come on, man (Come on, man)
Uh

[Verse 1]
I'm a rap-matic track addict
And I'm back at it
Play me a beat with this heat, I'ma blap at it
The cat scatted, when the mac spatted
You don't want to see me, punk get your hat flatted
Dope like a crack addict, or a hop head
Spit it clear so you can hear what I said
Pothead, hot head n*gga that got dreads
Got bread, stop red, get hit with the hot lead
My bed, you might see three things
High heels, my pills and hoes in G strings
I see things through my pimpin' glasses
Cheesy macaroni, teaching pimpin' classes
I dips and mashes, Mercedes Benzes
Might wear stunnas without the lenses
I'm off the hinges, I handle business
Leave no clues, witness or forensics
No co-defendants, all by my lonesome
Won't see Solano, Quintin or Folsom
I ghost 'em at the four way stop sign
Forty HK don't f*ck with Glock nine
I rock rhymes, I'm a star, I'm famous
Got my own language, cool when I swang it
Oh, I'm all out the do'
351 with the shift in the flo'
[Chorus]
Come on, you beezy, let's do some grown sh*t
Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit
When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool, I don't quit
Unborn kids, nut all on sh*t
Come on, you beezy, let's do some grown sh*t
Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit
When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool, I don't quit
Unborn kids, nut all on sh*t

[Verse 2]
Dre rock rhymes from here to New York
Only smoke rope, no coke or Newports
Hibachi Benihana pork on my fork
Rapping is a sport and this is my court
Do anything to win, my referees cheat
I flagrant foul and bruise to beat
Read 'em and weep
I'm a royal flush
Give me some shrooms
So I can get mushed
Kick dust, always in something tight
Hella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe
f*cking dikes, in Vegas or Reno, ask Kilo, n*gga he know
I'm well connected, I know big whales
Did shows in harryels, been in hella jails, the federals
But n*gga, it never fails
The sh*t don't stop when I drop hella sales
Hella mail, call me the postman
From Vallejo, born in Oakland
Yoking, Dodge Diplomats
f*ck three strikes get the b*tch to bat
[Chorus]
Come on, you beezy, let's do some grown sh*t
Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit
When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool, I don't quit
Unborn kids, nut all on sh*t
Come on, you beezy, let's do some grown sh*t
Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit
When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool, I don't quit
Unborn kids, nut all on sh*t