Gametime

Lamb chops Garlic Herbs Flip this, linguistic pimp shit Left hand, right side, seat stick shift A.I.R. prescription on the pimpins Baggy pants dance like Michael Bivins Living good, the floor and the ceiling wood Bath is marble, toilet seat is French Heated for the middle of the night Cause daddy gotta wake up early morning for a flight See me with the gold frame, intelligent thug, no prescription Smoking weed is my addiction Doctor said you need it for your condition, no more heavy lifting I guess I need someone to help me take a piss then Suck my dick and my balls at the same time Me, Cakey, and Pinky, game time Popped a black ear so I got the hang time Aged fine, like a Montreux shade wine '86, The Mets won the ring My father rocked the leather with the holster for the thing Put the iron to the Tommy, meeting with some clients Working on the title, pressing up a hundred thousand Recorded out in Maui, what you know about it? Pressed the vinyl in Jamaica, getting paper, blowing vapor Sewing stitches, showing niggas how it's supposed to be tailored Motor City rolling with me in an elegant way, nigga Now understand what I say Gripping wood steering wheels like a young Pimp C Steady chopping up blades, Cartier wire frames High-top Force Ones and a clean bald fade Switching whips, hopping out of something all-terrain 4X4's grip the road more in the rain Take the Eddie Bauer off and put it up in my name Spell it: C-H-U-C-K I-N-G-L-I-S-H Come shop with me, dog, we'll be here all day Working