MellowHype - Loaded lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]

Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale

Bitch I'm making chip off sales while sipping on White Zinfandael

Probably sipping still cause it is my favorite flavor

My beat wake the block up like "Hodgy Beats hates all his neighbors"

They call the po-po, I'm cocking back the fo'-fo'

The one man army, my automatic Rose Gold

Double O, subtract one numero from Seven

Taking niggas back to school like a bus ride for adolescence

Wolves plotting for their future like fucking investments

And I go so hard, that's why your bitch keep on caressing

Flat iron and pressing my VCR buttons

But this a DVD so you can watch it with your cousins

2010, bitch we get it in

Go ahead and tell your friends, I hope them bitches be twins

Doobies in Jacuzzi's, white bitches with big booties

I'm a pirate, going after them diamonds and them rubies

[Hook: Mike G]

I be like hello, play them corners like their cellos

It go crazy in the streets when the hype gets mellow

(I got my feet up, laid back, smoking on a haze sack

Sitting on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps)

Makeshift millions, knocking down your buildings

Know they fear me I'm a villain, stacking dollars to the ceiling

(I'm on the corner for you, judge me I'll destroy your lawyer

Outta Luckett like Letoya, Mellow one's to Hype to bore you)

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]

Girl you so sour but you're sweet like candy

Let's fuck in the forest, mother nature and Bambi

Balling like Camby, organic like cran' be

Glass house on a beach for when I want to get sandy

Everything is dandy, ask my nigga Handy

I take a strike in L.A. Lights like I'm dodging with Manny

Girls drop them panties, even their aunties... no grannies

Grandma, I'm leaking on the beat like a tampon

Fool, I'm spitting 'til my whole Odd Future camps on

We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer

Stay fresh before hopping up in any shower

Death to haters tryna take minutes up off my hour

I got the hood with me, I'm the nigga with the power

Weed, cocaine, and the muthafuckin' Zannies

Me and Brain lurk together like a fucking family

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mike G]

I mastered this in Sessions I be last to hit

But my confidence brim, that means there's none after this

This rhyme spitting done turned me to a convict

I'm fucking sick, there's no resolution to this conflict

Well, death might be one

But there's no stopping these wolves, for your heads we come

I'm a rider, garage got motorbikes in it

They're confused, scratch their heads like there's fucking lice in it

Party hard, man it's Golden, have them hands foldin'

Mellow keep it rollin', that's how we stay Loaded

Like them fo'-fo's, they stay in them four-doors

Bitches watch when they go slow, we pimp them hoes that drive Rodeo's

And Volvo's, because they fuck with lame niggas

They ain't learn? Hatin' niggas won't make your chain bigger

You're comedy to me and crowds flee when your shit's on

You get fake applause like a TV sitcom