"PB & Henny" lyrics
(feat. C Dot Castro)
It's all about the music, music, music, music
That's it
OH MY GOD
Uh
I ain't even got a whip right now
But I'll take a little time out to toot my horn
Gotta go and take it to the limit
Gotta give it to them and it's every minute when they do my song
Oh my God, oh my God
Every other rapper like "he stole my job"
When I'm living in the hills with a little bit of bills
I might even let these other rappers mow my lawn
Clap, clap, you can rap on beat?
Clap, clap, I snap on beats
When I rap on claps got the rap shit clamped
You ain't never fucking with me, dawg, tampon week
Translation: period
They wonder how the flow's so various
It's simple, every jingle that I scribble like the middle of the winter so I kill 'em then I bury it
Ey, wooh, uh
Uh-na-uh-na-uh-uh
Take it away, boy
Yeah
I said take it away, boy
La-la-la-la-la
Wooh, yeah
La-la-la-la
That's what I'm talking 'bout
Come in gunnin' like a semi-automatic
You ain't even really ready, I'ma pick apart the pad
And with a peanut butter jelly in the belly and a little bit of Henny to the heady then I'm ready for the stew
[?] buzz only feed the ego
Feed off beat like I eat the bistro
Wonder why they calling you a piece of meat, hoe
All you ever do is whine, like Pinot Grigio
Hit the dojo just for kicks
You could blow all my dough, Joe, just on kicks
Stupid motherfucker used to bend backwards for the girls day and night for a chance to hit (ugh)
Little JZAC had no game
And little JZAC had no fame
Then the little boy blew, like gust of wind
And all the foes turned fans with no doubt of shame
Wooh, yeah
This that soul, brotha
Mm, mm, mm
La-da-da-da-da-da
Da-do-da-do-da-do-do-da-do-da-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Yeah, waddup
D.O.T. in this bitch
Yeah, yeah, uh
I've been gone with the dope for a minute
Time to relapse, never relax
I don't need naps, only speak facts
No free raps
I should charge three stacks for the verse
But JZAC got the G pass
Fuck an opinion, fuck a feedback
I don't need that
You can suck a dick in the middle of the street where the concrete at
With not even a motherfucking pillow for your kneecaps, uh
I'm heartless, bitch
Ain't even dropped the tape yet
But, yet, somehow, I done got you all convinced of my awesomeness
To the point that if I hock and spit, coughed and pissed, fart, barfed and kissed up on the record, you would think it was the hardest shit
But never did I always put my heart in this
Shoutout to anybody wanna start some shit
No, we don't do drive-bys, bitch, we park the whip
I only care abut me, I'm a narcissist
Give me your music, I'ma leave it where the garbage is
Catch your girl in-between two bones like a cartilage, uh
Getting blown like, motherfucking, Nintendo cartridges
Cover up her face like a cosmetologist
Even when I'm out of it, I'm on in this
I'm gone
Come in gunnin' like a semi-automatic
For the verse, but JZAC got the G pass
Peanut butter Henny, then I'm ready for the stew
That's it
OH MY GOD
Uh
I ain't even got a whip right now
But I'll take a little time out to toot my horn
Gotta go and take it to the limit
Gotta give it to them and it's every minute when they do my song
Oh my God, oh my God
Every other rapper like "he stole my job"
When I'm living in the hills with a little bit of bills
I might even let these other rappers mow my lawn
Clap, clap, you can rap on beat?
Clap, clap, I snap on beats
When I rap on claps got the rap shit clamped
You ain't never fucking with me, dawg, tampon week
Translation: period
They wonder how the flow's so various
It's simple, every jingle that I scribble like the middle of the winter so I kill 'em then I bury it
Ey, wooh, uh
Uh-na-uh-na-uh-uh
Take it away, boy
Yeah
I said take it away, boy
La-la-la-la-la
Wooh, yeah
La-la-la-la
That's what I'm talking 'bout
Come in gunnin' like a semi-automatic
You ain't even really ready, I'ma pick apart the pad
And with a peanut butter jelly in the belly and a little bit of Henny to the heady then I'm ready for the stew
[?] buzz only feed the ego
Feed off beat like I eat the bistro
Wonder why they calling you a piece of meat, hoe
All you ever do is whine, like Pinot Grigio
Hit the dojo just for kicks
You could blow all my dough, Joe, just on kicks
Stupid motherfucker used to bend backwards for the girls day and night for a chance to hit (ugh)
Little JZAC had no game
And little JZAC had no fame
Then the little boy blew, like gust of wind
And all the foes turned fans with no doubt of shame
Wooh, yeah
This that soul, brotha
Mm, mm, mm
La-da-da-da-da-da
Da-do-da-do-da-do-do-da-do-da-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Yeah, waddup
D.O.T. in this bitch
Yeah, yeah, uh
I've been gone with the dope for a minute
Time to relapse, never relax
I don't need naps, only speak facts
No free raps
I should charge three stacks for the verse
But JZAC got the G pass
Fuck an opinion, fuck a feedback
I don't need that
You can suck a dick in the middle of the street where the concrete at
With not even a motherfucking pillow for your kneecaps, uh
I'm heartless, bitch
Ain't even dropped the tape yet
But, yet, somehow, I done got you all convinced of my awesomeness
To the point that if I hock and spit, coughed and pissed, fart, barfed and kissed up on the record, you would think it was the hardest shit
But never did I always put my heart in this
Shoutout to anybody wanna start some shit
No, we don't do drive-bys, bitch, we park the whip
I only care abut me, I'm a narcissist
Give me your music, I'ma leave it where the garbage is
Catch your girl in-between two bones like a cartilage, uh
Getting blown like, motherfucking, Nintendo cartridges
Cover up her face like a cosmetologist
Even when I'm out of it, I'm on in this
I'm gone
Come in gunnin' like a semi-automatic
For the verse, but JZAC got the G pass
Peanut butter Henny, then I'm ready for the stew
