Hello
[Chorus: Stresmatic]
On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
Tryin' to keep the lights on, sleepin' with my Nike's on
Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a rental
Watch my paper get longer
On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
Tryin' to keep the lights on, sleepin' with my Nike's on
Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a rental
Watch my paper get longer
[Verse 1: Rick Rock]
I'm on a road to the riches, checkin' paper mayne (Paper mayne)
I wanna play [?] like a Laker mayne (Like a Laker mayne)
My bitch to negative, she got a shake her mayne (Shake her mayne)
Catch me in the wind like a paper plane
Came up in the 80s when the women were defensive
So I came up with a counter called "passive aggressive pimpin'"
When you make 'em feel lucky for fuckin' me in the luff (Luff)
Go and bust nuts and they're helpin' me buy trucks (Trucks)
Not outright (Naw), but a nice down and a first month (First month)
I mean, I'm not really pimpin' my nigga, fuck you want?
Beat-slappin', nine-milli' packin' ass nigga (Nigga)
Old Suisun City slough mackin' ass nigga (Nigga)
I am spitting llama 'bout my decimals, digits, commas
Rubles, schillings, pesos, watch out, because punk shit, lead to trauma
That's why I'm on...
[Chorus: Stresmatic]
On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
Tryin' to keep the lights on, sleepin' with my Nike's on
Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a rental
Watch my paper get longer
On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
Tryin' to keep the lights on, sleepin' with my Nike's on
Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a rental
Watch my paper get longer
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
[?] on my feet, in a deep sleep with a freak
From the meet and greet, now it's mouth to meat
Rick bounced the beat and gave an ounce to peep
Had to cut the bitch off, for poppin' off to me
I'm back to business, relentless, see I ain't done 'til I'm finished
Variety in your society and bitch, I'm the menace
You wish I would call back, you wish I would fall back
See I'm a dough boy, so I'ma need my football back
In and out these routes, like I was Julian Edelman
[?] all mine, from the shit I been peddlin'
I'm settlin' for nothin' less than the top notch
Jumpin' over all you hoes like hopscotch
Bitch, back up off me and leave me alone
I'm walkin' my dog, a half a mile from my home
On my phone, tryin' to get rich, talkin' shit to a bitch
Comin' up with some shit, like this
[Chorus: Stresmatic]
On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
Tryin' to keep the lights on, sleepin' with my Nike's on
Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a rental
Watch my paper get longer
On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
Tryin' to keep the lights on, sleepin' with my Nike's on
Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a rental
Watch my paper get longer
Rocket
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, holla at me
No, I'ma text you from my other number
Yeah, it's an eight-one-eight
Oh, you want me to hit you from the two-one-three?
[Narrator]
You'll find our hero Blaps Basdardly, roaming the land
With nothing but his MPC and his moral compass in hand (Rocket)
Avoiding all punk shit, not needing two dollars in his hand
Wading through the malevolent man with their malevolent plan
You got to catch him...
[Chorus: Stresmatic]
On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
Tryin' to keep the lights on, sleepin' with my Nike's on
Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a rental
Watch my paper get longer
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