Under The HoodSPECIFICS

Here with a dilemma
A dip with an umbrella out my cellar
I'm clever on some accapella shit, that's my main strength
But never been too bad, as well, at this gettin brains thing
I think the light's dim
Not the type to fight gin
And bent like, psyched to hit the bed and strike skins
Right then the phone ringin, but left it-
Blowing in the night like the west wind crescent
My preference is a heavy snare
Yes, instead of some soft shit, got a sweaty pair of breath mints
The stars be glowing
We spark weed, holdin hands and a cold beer be the cardio and stamina
Top physical condition when I'm kissin
She took off my cardigan, told me start again
With no candles, R&B stanzas or glamorous clothes
]I'm dealing with fans, you're dealin with man-hoes
It's romance - and more porn than Sancho
I never snuff lights
And havin' rough nights, but I must live up to my rep, right?
Touch ice, but my blood warm
Snuff any nickname, when he gets semi-drunk it's a ****-storm
And some more couldn't hurt
Mix up love and war like porn, rum and Pepsi One for a
Skirt yikes, but I just wanna get done nicely
And yo girl your skirt's what entice me
Yo, I'm a do it like this
Ask you if you love it so, if so, it's on
And boo, if you love his flow, it's Gold
And yo it's all good
Whatcha runnin' under the hood?
Yo, I'm a do it like this
Ask you if you love it so, if so, it's on
And boo, if you love his flow, it's Gold
And yo it's all good
Whatcha runnin' under the hood?
I heard it through the grapevine
Word's groupies got the eyes on the crew
And psyched to get attached loosely at the waistline
Booty makes my day, yo
The bassline boogie nights gotsta groove crazy with them cutiepies
Seventies shit, you bet me, I will never be rich
I need to get me a celebrity *****
Check this kid can't afford Hennessy
But swish many more cheap 40's than you weak whores will ever sip
And rap effortless blessed with a certain effervescence
The better beef-curtain spreader specialist
Specifics, yo, don't get it twist
Drove chicks to my coastal getaway ocean precipice
Tryin' to get to paradise no asparagus
Just a pair of dice, dominos and some Sheridan's
Solid gold providence
In the hottest nights, get the halls hyped wall to wall with a squad of hoes
And all of this
A life of pantyhoes, expansive heights, patios and random fights
Yo my boys got cameos
Dance in the rain with phantoms all happy like we back again
I could never end it better than the last LP
So take a picture actually, let the image help me
Remember when it fade, like a dream
And I pass my name, and dash off yo to rap with demons
Yo, I'm a do it like this
Ask you if you love it so, if so, it's on
And boo, if you love his flow, it's Gold
And yo it's all good
Whatcha runnin' under the hood?
Yo, I'm a do it like this
Ask you if you love it so, if so, it's on
And boo, if you love his flow, it's Gold
And yo it's all good
Whatcha runnin' under the hood?