Buddy Guy

Uhh, yeahYeah, yeah
Bronsolinio, yeah
AiyyoStoned on the stoop, got the box pumpin
Billy Joel
Im Mickey
Mantle while you motherfuckers semi-pro
Neck to colon how a slice from the machete go
Shoot your gun and throw confetti cause
Im ready ho!
Look in my eyes, you can tell that
Im a stand-up
Call me the teacher , wanna talk just put your hands up
We eat the lamb, duck, goose, beef or chicken
Two seater shiftin with the smooth
Cedar Strippin
My facial hair is light red just like a ball of fire
Golden sound, blow the town, lo attire
Brown haze leather swampy like the
Everglades
Ill switch a style so that
Im ready when the era change
First pressed virgin oil from the
Greek Border
Spit the shit that have me laid up with the sheiks daughter
Three quarter on the
Bally jacket to the knee
Lights flashin when
Im rappin , tappin tree
That smoke lingers son it shine through the curtain
Cracked pepper motherfucker
Im a grinder for certain
So never in your life come with scared business here
Fuck around never found bitch , disappear
Time after time
Im a winner
Seasoned in the barrel, harvest in the winter
Far from a beginner, keep an extra cartridge in the denim
Twisted off of
Manischewitz,
Harlem in a rental
The hash candidate, kindly gorgeous360 is the ways and the caesars huggin knotty flosses
Never stop until we hoppin out of grimey
PorschesOne night shorty needin over 9 abortions
Im the whole shit, one you wanna roll with
When in canoe waving the ganja like a glow stick
Number one, numero uno with the flow shit
Your style is tired and limp just like an old dick
BitchRoman sculptures, all of my students hold a diploma
Straight to the back, garage door, behold the
LotusFinest tuna right out the sea straight off the boat this
Hurricane rap spit tap low, rock a toga
Bronsonelli chef de cuisine
I flex the two seam
Inject the vein with marijuana
Im a true fiend
Up-to-the- minute, all the weapons we invented
Thats hidden inside the rented, the window tinted ten the percentage
Sacrificin the lamb for the nutrition'Criminology 101' hard cover, newest edition
Nuclear fission is heavy weighty top the division
Lots of provisions collosal status stoppin collisions
Too beaucoup, fresher than a lake trout
Barbecue the venison, pair it with a great stout
Peace Im out kid, a motherfucker pace out
Every time
I take that motherfuckin weapon from my waist out