"Fish Grease" lyrics
Boldy James & Harry Fraud Lyrics
I was only 10 when I jumped in the fish grease
Serving junkies on 6th street, wasn't on yet
Now it's come get a 16th I confront you with zip cheap
Turned 11 twice Kevo did a 12 piece, way before I was 13
Verse 14, nigga ever touch
Earned a cup with the morphine, now I'm 15
Phone full of fiends, this was way before lean
Watching Jay's banging, shooting up, sharing needles
Soaking them in chlorine
Turned 17 I was shooting gems, 18 had a half a slab
19 when shit hit the fan, fled the crime scene with some sheet rock
Aged 20, wasn't one in man, now we high-speedin' through the speed knot
Speed ballin', tryna do the speed limit, state troopers in them speed traps
21, I was cornered off, fighting for my life in the court of law
Bonded off, I'm not guilty, know they're sick, they gotta run my cheese back
22, had a pill run, 23, almost got done in
24, a nigga lost swat, 25, had a couple run-ins
26, I had my first child, 27, when I first slowed down
28, now we touchin' heavy weight
Been applying pressure through the whole time
Where we at with it?
10 tenths, that's a Graham cracker
One and a half, that's a half track
Three five, that's a ball of soft, no kitty plop
In the class act with the oil gel, scale it up, seven soft, six hard at a quarter till
Gift wrappin' up them strip dentists, had to re-wrap it with the glad wrap
Trash bags full of dirty money, nearly stacked up in rubber bands
36 by 28 by two, equal out a hundred bands
Flew the cali-dro to Arizona, soon as I touch, caught a flight back
Plus, sent it with a postcard, that being broke is funny, you a wisecrack
Saw the split pop a 2,500, slow rollin' biggies for the five racks
Keep a big pun with a kick drum, stepped on the bricky like a hi-hat
From Morgantown to the Jordan Dimes
Turned the rhyme with a ho on a sweet Georgia brown
Remember grinding in the rain, nice and it was pouring down, now I'm in the range
Hydroplaning, work wider than a dinette napkin
Hood call me Sir Brick Van Nexle, aka Mr. Pyrex Chapman
Clio banging off a lilac, phone slapping like a telethon
Set the plug a couple hundred thou, got me touching down like I'm Megatron
Had to switch the route up
Serving junkies on 6th street, wasn't on yet
Now it's come get a 16th I confront you with zip cheap
Turned 11 twice Kevo did a 12 piece, way before I was 13
Verse 14, nigga ever touch
Earned a cup with the morphine, now I'm 15
Phone full of fiends, this was way before lean
Watching Jay's banging, shooting up, sharing needles
Soaking them in chlorine
Turned 17 I was shooting gems, 18 had a half a slab
19 when shit hit the fan, fled the crime scene with some sheet rock
Aged 20, wasn't one in man, now we high-speedin' through the speed knot
Speed ballin', tryna do the speed limit, state troopers in them speed traps
21, I was cornered off, fighting for my life in the court of law
Bonded off, I'm not guilty, know they're sick, they gotta run my cheese back
22, had a pill run, 23, almost got done in
24, a nigga lost swat, 25, had a couple run-ins
26, I had my first child, 27, when I first slowed down
28, now we touchin' heavy weight
Been applying pressure through the whole time
Where we at with it?
10 tenths, that's a Graham cracker
One and a half, that's a half track
Three five, that's a ball of soft, no kitty plop
In the class act with the oil gel, scale it up, seven soft, six hard at a quarter till
Gift wrappin' up them strip dentists, had to re-wrap it with the glad wrap
Trash bags full of dirty money, nearly stacked up in rubber bands
36 by 28 by two, equal out a hundred bands
Flew the cali-dro to Arizona, soon as I touch, caught a flight back
Plus, sent it with a postcard, that being broke is funny, you a wisecrack
Saw the split pop a 2,500, slow rollin' biggies for the five racks
Keep a big pun with a kick drum, stepped on the bricky like a hi-hat
From Morgantown to the Jordan Dimes
Turned the rhyme with a ho on a sweet Georgia brown
Remember grinding in the rain, nice and it was pouring down, now I'm in the range
Hydroplaning, work wider than a dinette napkin
Hood call me Sir Brick Van Nexle, aka Mr. Pyrex Chapman
Clio banging off a lilac, phone slapping like a telethon
Set the plug a couple hundred thou, got me touching down like I'm Megatron
Had to switch the route up
