Fish Head Stew - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I'm a hutch-peeler with much scrilla and I love to get high, homie

Shady character like Don King, so you better keep your eye on me

I done bust niggas in the grill and had 'em wearin' partials

Jacked high rollers and ran from the US Marshals

It's called survival, and only the strong can survive

And went the distance with the feds while some of my partners took a dive

Strive to stay alive, can't let no nigga smother me

Got to stay F-R-double-E and keep these bitches lovin' me

Sippin' bubbly, breakin' down buds from a fat sack

Reservations at Crustaceans or Art's Crab Shack

I stacks fat 'cause a macaroni gots to have cheese

Puttin' pillows in cigarillos and Backwood leaves

And I drinks Heem by the gallon, so sometimes I might trip

Infrared beam with black talons and that extended clip

Quick to do some sprayin', so nigga, watch what you sayin'

You'll get your show cancelled like Keenen Ivory Wayans

[Chorus]

I'm just a pimp, mayne, tryin' to stack some Funyuns

So I can have French maids pedicure my bunions

Oh, you ain't knowin', what is you, new?

Yo hutch must be feedin' you fish head stew

Fish head stew

[Verse 2]

Mac Dre shake broke hoes with boatloads of kids

Tell a bitch she can take a long walk off a short bridge

And hope she land in shark-infested waters

Heartless, takin' over turfs like Nino did the Carters

Kidnapped by the Feds and treated like a sucker

But now I'm free they see payback's a motherfucker

I'm stickin' my dick in all they daughters and nieces

Now CO's and PO's want me restin' in pieces

Hittin' pieces so hard that it'll make your nose bleed

And I been smokin' since niggas was on gold weed

Born to be a player, rhyme-sayer and clock grits

Strapped with two 23 spittin' chop sticks

Quick to kick a bitch to the curb

And get back with her on a 33rd

Of Nevuary, never worry, it's all copacetic

Got mo' game than needed insulin in a diabetic

[Chorus]

I'm just a pimp, mayne, tryin' to stack some Funyuns

So I can have French maids pedicure my bunions

Oh, you ain't knowin', what is you, new?

Yo hutch must be feedin' you fish head stew

Fish head stew

[Verse 3]

I be fitted, dipped in butter, hair cut like Kobe

Blindin' hoes with science like Thomas Dolby

Pullin' on black and milds, sippin' top-shelf Cuervo

Playin' with my hutch hair while she lickin' on my navel

Stable full of money-makin' stallions

Been in the feds with dreads from Jamaica and Italians

Shrimp scampi eater, Peter long as the Love Boat

Puffin purple kush at the building with my cuzzo

Strapped, armed, ready, ain't nobody goosin' me

Got Roll-Os hid in my load where the airbags used to be

Boy, you should see how I act off the privilege

Hennessy, it's like Popeye's spinach

I'm ready to take heads off, gunplay or fight

I dot eyes and have 'em wearin' they sunglasses at night

Fool, that's real, that ain't no frontin'

Them punk-ass niggas don't wanna see Dre about nothin'

[Chorus]

I'm just a pimp, mayne, tryin' to stack some Funyuns

So I can have French maids pedicure my bunions

Oh, you ain't knowin', what is you, new?

Yo hutch must be feedin' you fish head stew

Fish head stew

I'm just a pimp, mayne, tryin' to stack some Funyuns

So I can have French maids pedicure my bunions

Oh, you ain't knowin', what is you, new?

Yo hutch must be feedin' you fish head stew

Fish head stew