Sasquatch

Lyrics for Sasquatch

Where we at with it I got my mind right Back making power moves Time to get on my grown man Homeland Security designing out the floor plans Four grams in the Backwood, Erica throw jam You know we with that demo Niggas best be with the program Fear no man, claim me your beau-fan Don't even know fame, you throwing Pitch rocks at the throne, the hat in your hand Them problems? Don't even want them Just want some more Benz, the dope man I had them Jay's smoking out of Cocaine The blow ten, we hit the road Stuff it with a Trojan My broham over the stove Cooking up them slow jams In no man's land With Godzilla for these rodents Sex, money, murder, dope and guns — to me is romance Gangsters don't dance Nah baby, we don't hold hands Jimmie got shot, ain't no Biggie Gimme one more chance All Ali gotta do is say the word Just let me know when And we gon' hit these niggas where it hurt Just let that soak in Since a youngin I kept the Robin Hood theory Rob from the rich then give back To those that's near me, the rest is all leery They quick to jet Or they jetting like pulling out Some black magazines on deck I was born with the gift of tech My niggas got TECs that'll shoot direct Without shooting techs but be banging Like pulling threats, nowhere to hide This ain't a game of seek And I blaze the leaf frequent Cause every day is an easy weekend Creeping, and the money gave me Brazilian reasons When it's showtime we axe caps like billion seasons Season from the ground up, blending the spice in With the same dirt I siphoned, I bake the cake with a gang of icing I got a sweet tooth driving this twisted metal Clowning the competition, I'm driving to higher levels Pushing the pedal 'til it's maxing Without the crashing I'm banking Swerving for that cash interaction, what's cracking I'm still rocking my chain down to my genitals I'm still mixing Hennessy with my vegetables For the record my record is exceptional I'm scribbling what I've written is illegible Texas instruments clicking the decimal Acrobatic I'm flipping a pissy sectional No cajones you must be missing a testicle Anything short of perfection isn't acceptable Every day a different hat I pull a rabbit out What's that about? Can't shoot my way out of a jam, I stab it out Take 'em out the back door and drag 'em out For the right cash amount Bugging out going from one to past a thousand Okay, let's do it like this Check it out