Yeah
[Yeah nigga!]
*laughter*
It’s your boy Croupdawg & B.A
Once again
[Man pass it to me bro!]
*laughter*
DOSS, my niggas catching DOSS
Boss
(Wffls got the Bong)
[Verse 1]
Yo
Deep inside the harakiri forest catching DOSS
Loving emo women
How they catch me when I fall
Probably need to go and get a therapist involved
All I want is money
Barely move ’til money calls
Chilling, growing moss
Newman’s with the dressing
And the juice and the sauce
Still no profit
Do it for the people
Never do it for the talk
Flying to your city
Sleeping on your couch and all
AKA the DOSS
Til I’m trading places
Like Billy and Winthorp
See my mama face
When she whipping the Benzo
Write my anime
And keep thinking
Who gonna draw it?
Now we just talking
Barely got a homie I can call
That ain’t an artist
Barely even call, shit
I be on my starship
Intergalactic fog, trip
Feeling so uninvolved
I’m barely feeling at all, shit
[Hook]
DOSS, my niggas catching DOSS
Put your money in the air
Boss, my bitches like to boss
Throw it up to the air
Sauce, we dipping dripping sauce
Put your money in the air
DOSS, we whipping, catching DOSS
Blowing blunts to the air
[Instrumental bridge]
[Half-Hook]
Sauce, we dipping dripping sauce
Put your money in the air
DOSS, we whipping, catching DOSS
Blowing blunts to the air
*radio sounds*
[I’m forever, bitch!]
That’s what I was thinking…
*radio tuning*
Ah shit…
[Is it not true that without space, life could not exist?
Does matter occupy space? Or does space occupy matter?]
What the fuck is this shit?
This is some tight shit…
Is this Space is Science?
[A simple answer is that space is inter-changeable]
Hell yeah, Space is Science, that’s my shit
Why’d you change Nanostorm? Put that back on
Listen, nigga, learn something
[Strange laughter]
Listen to this evil ass shit!
Silly ass nigga… evil…