Clyde Shankle - The Cut (Roll Up) lyrics
rate meLight blunts, let’s listen, elevate the mission
Tuck a web, grabbing while we tossing and I’m stuffin’
And I’m stuffy, cold blow, tow toes get chased down
Easy go stones, go, what’s wrong, do telly a new phone
If flipside can’t control a side chick
It’s how time slip around me so time grip
And get a whole scold glance outta romance
Pole dance, never getting no trance
And no bands, get samples of hoes dance
So why you ain’t moving? Choosing the slang word choice and I’m grooving
Coming up on the fluke, and still getting fucked, uncle Luke
B town veteran, measuring the meddling, champion fencing
Kicking, that’s the standard shit, ADHD, generation moi
Bill Clinton error, him and niggas die
Never need him on the team, … we scoping through the scene
So why you think we ain’t giving up?
‘Cause we needed you and you needed us
But now we coincide, break the blunt down, put the drummer size
Scheme, it’s all a dream, these bitches don’t know what all means
World niggas apply, you tripping on lost things
So realism, simple niggas is hating, making a false life, these simple niggas is waiting
If you slip make sure they don’t watch
Let’s go watch, nigga, you go swatch
Yelling fuck the police but my house is so posh
If no one else tell you, stop! ‘Cause you too old to be doing that
If you can’t dance two step around Stewie back
Yeah, and bring Hewy back …
I’m tryina see if you remember, timber
Coldest wheatear it’s summer or the winter
Getting it, getting there, investing the dividends
They wanna see a struggle, pulling one when you crack the grain
Baby back in it, rhyming immaculate, these niggas are passionate
A storm we passing it, I’m just living pipe dreams, weed up in the ball
Giving the pipe dream, mozzarella cheese, doing the right thing
Embrace the gorilla man, light please
And white steeze only prolong things
Grown things lead to a blessed night on me