Текст пісні Anotha Wild Freestyle - Devin the Dude

Anotha Wild Freestyle

Ow, Anotha muthafuckin' Wild Freestyle\nHot shit, who thought that I’ll be mild?\nMouth be foul, South Beach bound\nOn a wall of titties poppin' out like ploaw\nHoly cow, I guess I’ll just enjoy the view\nFire up some weed and some good barbeque\nFuck up the brisket it’s gone be too hard to chew\n«Well shit, I admit, I’m good on that pit, but I lost a few»\nToss a few brews up, last night I threw up so today I’m gonna take it light,\njust trying to make it right\nNow it take my body a little longer to heal\nAnd my gal think my bone needs a pill\nBut it don’t and she’s sadly mistaken\nBut it’s badly achin' cause last night it was taking a beating, skeetin'\nbetween cheeks of freaks\nAs I pinned my meat in the valley of twin peaks\nChin leaks when I finish with her\nShe wants some tender vittles\nNo fancy restaurant for me, you know I’ll spend a little\nShe tried to cook, but a nigga didn’t want it\nHad stuffed bell peppers with the sticker still on it\nDoggone it, I guess I’ll take some macaroni\nWith that government cheese, fuck are those, chickpeas?\nDick tease? Leave her. Bout to meet Laquita, hit her with the skeeta\nAnd try not to leave it in her beaver\nMy brother’s keeper and my Brothers keep me\nHigher than a muthfucka, they know where the weed be\nI be looking sleepy but I’m really wide awoke, disappear behind the smoke like\nDyna Mote\nBut then, abracadabra laugh if you hafta slap a few rappers, make em practice,\nand take a few laps and wake a few nappers\nWho been sleeping but still peeping what I’m speaking, keeping notes in their\nbooks, but I know that they’re crooks\n(They be) Daily patiently waiting making me crazy lately\n(Laughing) some of em love me, some of them shaky-shaky\n(Who's knows?) Maybe they hate me, maybe their heart is achy breaky\n(When I) give em the meat and potatoes they want extra gravy (yeah)\nIf Simon is simple I’m just a pimple ready to bust\nSpiritual lyrical still a fool, Devin’ll cuss\nBut rarely notable, hip-hop quotable\nUsed to pack the boom box, 'member when they was portable?\nSo cool, old school no school rule (Yeah boy!)\nGonna rock this muthfucka like we supposed to fool\nLike the rhyme to the rhythm, I’m finna give em\nThe D-E-V like B-I-Z them 'Doo Doo' Boo Boo-ism\nAnd if the shoe do fit em then put the fuckers on\nAnd if you got some bad feet got to shuck your corns\nWhat the fuck you on if you fuckin' with me?\nOh, you found out that she was sucking my D?