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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