Sam Adams - I Got 'em Like lyrics

rate me

Fuck

You

DJ Cash

Whoo Kid

Party Records

Fuck

This my party

we get faded

straight as faggots

cowards and haters

... bull shit

yall not major

Im just smilin'

See yall later

peace sign

motha fucka you should rewind

bitches say my shit is droppin soon

they make a beeline

toward the record store

cuz i be buss token these felines

fuck yall im gon' be fine

regardless of all these blogs lyin (hahaha)

Please get up off my dick

Im just on my hip hop shit

... peter pan, count chocula, yall dudes aint shit (haha)

wedding crashed

cuz im just havin a blast

and these dudes see my skin colors white

they log in and get gassed (ass)

my eyes on the sack like geicko

came in tendencies to act like a psycho

i used to wonder if i might blow

till i crash bandacooted boxes of nitro

TNT baby we no drama

you and bill for the game homie you a gona'

you are in some shit ... pajamas

critics stop and they watch yo timer

wanna duke it out go to Carolina

north of the bullshit ... as a rhymer

tryna see the goldie that shuffle in the miner

you hate on me

Im gettin kinder

honeys hate on me not fun

money that you get is religious to none

Im over here smilin in the sun

while you tryna prove that you shoot guns

my cars are rabbid yo

this is more than rappin yo

Rusko and Sammy Adams

crowds askin what happened yo

I got em like oh oh

i got em like (cant forget)