"Lalala" lyrics

Ho, ha (Ha, ha)
Let's go!

Yo, now everybody welcome me back like I'm Carter
It's 90's ugly, I'm in the mirror like Shubba
America's most blunted, Cheech and Chong say I'm don dada
A bounty hunter for the sour, I'ma hit your hood
I'm in pocket, how I get around
I'm on my toes like a midget in a urinal
Whoever your connect boy, better tell 'em (Yes, sir)
I'm looking for the killer
I'm trying to catch a felon

I'm looking for who's selling
Merry cooking my cerebellum
I pin and tell them my art is war, Machiavellian
By day seven, see what you're smelling is me inhaling
You see that seven of seven C's, call me (Let's go) Magellan
I'll call the reverend, Mac 11 and split your melon
If that don't get him a honeydew, in a split second
America's most, put us both in the spokes section
With no sticks and no seeds and no exceptions

I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that
I'm like, this nigga got it, yo
I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that
Now everybody say, da-da-da-da-da-da
I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that
I'm like, hey, this nigga got it, yo
I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that
Brick City, Staten Island, let's go

Hey, punk brothers, you got the herb, the blood covered
You came to beef with a butter knife, that don't cut it
Just cold busted, wild style when I crush it
The gilla house got a gilla monster, cold blooded
You are ready, I run with Reggie, I don't puff it
We like De Niro and Joe Pesci, but low budget
Bunch of buzz killers, buzz buggers, they asking how you do it
Ain't no Nike to it, I just does it (Ayo Meth, I got it)

Granddaddy and I'm listening to Bob Marley
I tear the roof off the Porsche like his house parted (Let's go)
I got the new edition, that green homie, it's a killer
Ralph, Ricky, Mike, Bobby, Ronnie, and Johnny (Whoo)
Niggas say they got gas, but it's all gas
They talking like a podcast, nigga haul ass
I never share and I don't pass the clip
Cause that shit on his lip got some shit on his lip, nigga

Yeah, you know I roll that
I'm like, this nigga got it, yo
I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that
Now everybody say, da-da-da-da-da-da
I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that
I'm like, hey, this nigga got it, yo
I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that
Brick City, Staten Island, let's go

Ayo Meth, this weed I got, bruh
I swear on my mama I can see the future
The hood say I got kushtradamus
I'm at court in marijuana pajamas
The judge said, "You smoke bud?"
I'm like, yeah, your honor
I got the plug, so my homie got it on the low
Cause I'm lookin' at your O's, nigga, like, what are those?
I got a party in LA
If I run out of bud, I need more like Rudy Ray, nigga

Pardon my French, I'm so international
This is Doc MF, Jim Fu Man, Sacrebleu
The skunk on me, mona me, pep liqueur
Call ya Matthew if that's how I get me F with you
This is Vexone
More energized, no rest for me
No positive without negative, more less, homie
The best bud in the West on me, no stress on me
Protect that neck, cause me and Brody got necks on me

I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that
I'm like, this nigga got it, yo
I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that
Now everybody say, da-da-da-da-da-da
I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that
I'm like, hey, this nigga got it, yo
I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that
Brick City, Staten Island