LOST - Intellectual

[Intro]

Bad Smith

Fucked up on the block, sellin' rock for rock

Mane, I had to get my hustle tight, I couldn't be born

I'm not, tryin' to lock me up a bit of shit

I let the snook release, galley make my pockets swole

Even though a nigga gotta shoot at them hoes

Look at here, here come off, junkie with that big and click

Something conin' bitch, just in case he run off with your shit (Trick!)

Hit the switch poopy creep, muffler dragon on the street

Runnin' motherfucker don't ask them crooked ass police

Jump over the fence, rush through the cut

Cock my shit, step on up, fuck 'em down, down to the ground

Chase them with some fucking crown

Now I'm buck, buck as fuck, bloody pistol in my hand

I won't be on cops this week, always dark, never day

Scissors since I scissor [?] in my hood

Comeback when it's cool and all, blow somebody ass off

Don't you rob the robber when you lookin' for some fuckin' crack

Ain't no slack in my mack, ain't no shame in my game

Pimpin' pimp, hangin' in the hood, where they ride clean

Stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K

Hey, make me click, quick don't make a move, trick

Hammer thangs, pretty gold gleam, big Pioneer twin woof and screen

Windows shake, mirror juice, on the crust as I lean back like the mack

On the sheet pockets fat stack with turnip green

Did I make every trick, that I break, they got treated the same way

Always dark, never day

Pow, pow, what you get

I can't get so I take

Hit the park on a sunny day, scopin' as I celebrate

Gimisum The Family, never ever wanna gonna cross out me

'Cause we so thick, pretty gold gleam, big Pioneer twin woof and screen

Reefer and women, we chokin', we smoke on the lemon lames

Swisher sweats, I do not joke

Bumpin' maze, in a daze, gotta keep my mind on gettin' paid

Like a player, that I am, damn I'm on top of thangs

Ain't no slack in my mack, ain't no shame in my game