Atmosphere

Atmosphere - The Stick Up (feat. Eyedea) lyrics

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(SLUG)

Ho's and tramps, fucks and sluts

Bitches, scams, tits, butts

Bitches be creamin for this 8-inch demon

And when you hear me screamin I'm about to free the semen

Wipe myself off on ya couch cover

If she talks any trash I'll flash my boxcutter

'Cuz I'm rougher than any pimp ya had in ya life, ho

I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle

Kill that bullshit, cuz if baby gets spiteful

I'm lacin her liquor with some piss and some lysol

Rollin a shit brown Lincoln eatin a stickybun

Spot-check the flock, PIG ONE is gonna give me some

Cuz I'm a freak, I like the girls with tattoos

Yo I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru!

I'll take em two at a time, make em both say my name

Ain't ever had three, but best believe that I'm game!

And that's the key, game

Girl, I fit words like Scrabble

The inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle

Cruisin lakestreet, gene-pool ridin shotgun

Got the flyest trickies from the Mississippi to Boston

I got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm,

The door's always open honey, come outta the storm

Yo I got daddys' little girls, ones that always stay true

Got an uptown girl, she dyes her pubic hair blue

And I got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavor

She travels on business, I'm gettin down with her neighbors

I got a freak, drives a bus, shows me love with the free rides

A hundred hos in Saint Paul, but only one from eastside

Got a Bloomington bitch with a pool at her appartment

Rugburns all over from fuckin her on the carpet

Got the mega mall hos make em all work the food court

Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports

Got stripper bitches, body jewels and fake titties

Got a ho that lives in Fargo for when I escape the city

But my favorite one outta all of em is your girl

I sway the tongue, never once have I been forceful

She lays it on like it's a job that she loves

Yo whose lips are these? the response is always "Slug's"

The Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and hairspray

And downtown women that like to fuck on the staircase

Northside chicks, southside chicks, suburban chicks

Love to open married women up to the perverted mix!

Disturbin your relationship, excuse my morals

I work it with the way I trick em out, silly mortals

The words I kick, the sport I play, know what to say

When I'm sittin at this buffet with all these tasty morsels!

But my favorite one outta all of em is your girl

I sway the tongue, never once have I been forceful

She lays it on like it's a job that she loves

Yo whose lips are these? the response is always Slug's

Cruisin down the street in my baby's mom's capris

Febuary, got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece

Hit the bus depot, yo bu, you kinda cute

Give me nine and a half weeks

And I'll have that freak

Distribute income across the rotten fruited plain

I know it's hard bein young girl let me soothe the pain

I understand you baby, straight up I understand

Now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin pants down

The only ones I don't do is those under 18

Or at least I keep that shit a secret if you know what I mean

I got sluts that love to give head, and I love to watch

The way they move they heads up and down my...

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