Can't Go Wrong

[Intro: B.DuBB & Intro] Let me get that water Yeah It's B.DuBB, Easy Mac (We just can't go wrong) Ha, yo (You got me hypnotized, mesmerized) Yo On that swag tip, bitch (Haha) Let me get hype on these fools (Murk 'em, yo) [Verse 1: B.DuBB & Easy Mac] Yo, robbin' Giant Eagle, hide in the Charles Spiegel I saw Charles bake in the alley, hoggin' a needle (Whoops) See, this jam right here goes out for all of my people Just stand up for your rights 'cause breakin' laws is illegal And I done took more LSD than all of the Beatles, all four I tеll hoes to get on all fours She say, "Hit it from bеhind where the pussy is pinker" So I spanked her and put my finger inside of her sphincter (Hey) Slidin' in, then I'm slidin' out Tell you, "Turn around," I bust in your eye or mouth The night is out, it's Friday, I'm ridin' south And I'm smokin' fat blunts 'til my high is out I lie in clouds and rest 'til the date of my birth Remember money is an issue, so I stayed in my work But if I quit this shit, then maybe I'll get paid on the first But let me paint a picture, sprayin' like the paint on my shirt This ain't no taggin', this is baggin' up and flippin' the shit The verse quick like a automatic clip when I spit Shit, you want a quick sixteen? Man, I shit sixteen Leave the battleground a sick, sick scene The sickness seems to run through his blood in doses It floods ferociously what you love, hug the closest, B 'Cause I'ma pull the plug, I would love, it's supposed to be Leavin' you with a slug in your mug, it's over, B (Yo) [Verse 2: Easy Mac] It's over, B, there's somethin' hangin' over me Lace up my sneaks as I'm runnin' fuckin' over these keys I'm runnin' fuckin' over beats Fresh off a blunt, nah, this isn't a sober me This is the high me, watch as I fly by We ride high, smell the piff as we drive by But I had to sigh, lungs filled but I'm too strong Get ya groove on 'fore ya proved wrong 'Cause I gotta screw shit in the music If you think we losin', we'll prove we the choosen If you need some bruisin', I will fuckin' give it to you I'll hit it for you, sit back and let me spit it for you The track is crack, I fiend for the mic I got girls over my shoulder tryna read what I write Yeah, the flow's at ease when the hoes at knees But I'm broke, throwin' cheese just to blow some trees 'Cause the rich get poor, hittin' Sycamore I flow shit, spit hits 'til you sick and sore I'm about to run this shit 'cause I'm fit for war In the battleground spittin', givin' hits galore Ya fit for more? Bitch, I don't think you are really Find us puffin' Dutches, y'all still on the Phillies 'Cause it's back to basics, it's sad, but face it In the (Yeah) attic wasted, the track, I laced it I was out gettin' pussy, y'all just masturbated I'm the master and you have to hate it I'm past the greatest, with ill shit, and the raps are heinous I'm blasted, yeah, the kid had to laugh, I made it (Haha) [Outro: Intro] We just can't go wrong We just can't go wrong We just can't go wrong You got me hypnotized, mesmerized