CHRIS CRNZA & EL-TORO - Stories From The Cellar
Word to DOOF, I'm sipping Fosters out a double cup
Tell my liver get the muscle up before the tummy tuck
Before the summers up, I paid a visit to the district of Columbia
Since dirty nikes, knew I would run it up
Knew I would run amuck, with a black swan, you fuck with ugly ducks
You sitting in that zone like what a buddy does
No funny stuff, I'm in the bnb going rub a dub
And later doing magic with a rubber glove
Stories from the cellar, I play a main role and you a extra
I told'em this was chess not checkers
On a date at the Gagosian
For dinner Spanish rice, its only right the beef Mongolian
Full metal jacket, slip my shoulders in
Thru many sleepless nights, I smoke petroleum
Wonder through the street, more like patrolling it
Stare at my reflection in a puddle while the dope is lit, the hungers Ethiopian
Thats what ye say, couple dollars to my dawg on the jpay
Like bring'em home the safe way
Take the shackles off his feet so he can dance
I got a plan to fill his pants with bands
Summers in the south of France, rapping
While niggas in the hood doing backflips
I found the time to keep some lower backs bent
Back when all I cared about was fashion
And them blunts that we was matching
Found my passion through the labyrinth, think I mastered it
Written by:
Christopher Goings
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