Rack Songtext
von callmestevieray

I′d be feeling like fuck cops, let him get the buck shot
Dollar, dollar bill, I'ma show you where the bucks die
Hit him with the kung pao, I be going nuts now
Used to get the run-′round, shawtys wanna fuck now

Baby, I'm back again, ain't nobody iller
Beating on my chest like a fucking gorilla
Grew up on A Tribe Called Quest and J Dilla
But the Mac told me how to swing donuts for real
I′m just a product of my motherfucking environment

So growing up, all I wanted was a crew gone wild
Had the crew goin′ wild, I spit a couple freestyles, turn my life around
Yeah, these cats, if you forgot, they wan' bite me now
But what′s surprising about it? Not a motherfucking thing, I guess

So I gotta do mine, I put in all of this time
The first son turned water to wine, not lying, boy
I'm not even trying, I′m Popeye off the spinach, going out of his mind
These cats chicken, and they 'bout to get fried
Sitting in the cloud in the sky
Looking like a fucking crash course on how to get fly


On the Bay Bridge, headed to the rowdier side
Where the bae says, don′t be sniffing powdery lines
To smoke rock cocaine, straight from Ronald Reagan
But we still know every song off of riding the dragon, waddup?

I'm a fucking Bay boy, all I do is make noise, motherfucker, waddup?
Have the sauce day one, I ain't talking A-one lil′ mama, what′s up?
We's chewing on pills, though still we in the hills, motherfucker, waddup?
Now I′m all around the map with the Bay on my back

Look, I just bought a Glock just to shoot at the cops, pop, pop, pop
Turn a pig to a fucking pork chop, what's next?
Ain′t playing with these cats no more
I get to murderin' the beat, that′s what the casket for

I got a feeling in my gut that the cash is close
I hear them switching up their tune, tryna match the note
And the snakes out there so the grass get mowed
I ain't tripping, that's exactly what I′m asking for

I told him, "Go ahead and bank on me"
Rappers frontin′ that they gassed up, really got the tank on E
If you finna brag, don't play about me
Sweetie sugar, ice tea, what it ain′t going to be, okay (okay)


Headed back to the mission
Sliding on the bridge, bumping back to my mission
All we ever wanted was to slap in the whip
500 on a car and a rack in the system
I'm actually different, the facts and the printer
Back to the wall ′til my ass got splinters, dawg
Don't pass me a swisher
If it ain′t a back, it ain't even all that

On the Bay Bridge, headed to the rowdier side
Where the bae says, don't be sniffing powdery lines
To smoke rock cocaine, straight from Ronald Reagan
But we still know every song off of riding the dragon, waddup?

I′m a fucking Bay boy, all I do is make noise, motherfucker, waddup?
Have the sauce day one, I ain′t talking A-one lil' mama, what′s up?
We's chewing on pills, though still we in the hills, motherfucker, waddup?
Now I′m all around the map with the Bay on my back

Motherfucker, waddup?