Sweat Shorts - Chuck Inglish, Asher Roth, Helios Hussain

I’m a cool kidded, loose fitted, jewels spitting bad rapper

Half-ass the past six years, flipping swag jacker

Wish I had a leather jacket, band tee, clear pants

Stupid ass hat, pass me another beer man

Cheers fam, wearing anything I feel I really want

Like my name is Frankenstein, now I’m Adam Sandler’s son

I’m like Chandler from Friends with a man bun

That hid his handguns in his mini Cooper Anderson

son painted land from

Space Jam slam, hope you caught that on your camera

Don’t understand me, think I might move up to Canada

Root for Vancouver, Shareef Abdur medula oblongata

If you got a problem holler

Wrote a novel on my motto, only suckers spit to swallow shucks

What do I know, I’ll just let this be the motto

But because the guac is hot don’t mean I’ll be an avocado

Like a Martin Scorsese or a Spike Lee flick

(I keep the same motherfuckers up on my shit)

Like the SportsCenter anchors on that TV script

(You talking game but you always same old shit)

Like a Martin Scorsese or a Spike Lee flick

(I keep the same motherfuckers up on my shit)

Like the SportsCenter anchors on that TV script

(You talking game but you always same old shit)

Balling is my best short

Hand on my balls while I’m in my sweat shorts

Balling is my best short

Hand on my balls while I’m in my sweat shorts

On my front porch in my sweat shorts

Reading the old Source you know, the low sport

On the block crossover on the ball court

Free throw, shoot your shot bro, it’s all yours

I’m bout to get it all back like a bra strap

All that, fall back like a fade away

808 made a way, MJG playa way

That Slick Rick, Dana Dane, Doug E Fresh, Daddy Kane

Keep it player (I ain’t playing) but I got a game today

Receive a bonus from the owners, I’m about to call the play

The running backs run it back

But the corners get the sacks

The quarterbacks talking fast, watch the marching band dance

Flambe the souflet, I butterflied the lobster

So much game I’m on the field with Bob Costa, John Madden

Sagging in my shorts with a four course meal pockets dragging on the floor

Like a Martin Scorsese or a Spike Lee flick

(I keep the same motherfuckers up on my shit)

Like the SportsCenter anchors on that TV script

(You talking game but you always same old shit)

Like a Martin Scorsese or a Spike Lee flick

(I keep the same motherfuckers up on my shit)

Like the SportsCenter anchors on that TV script

(You talking game but you always same old shit)

Balling is my best short

Hand on my balls while I’m in my sweat shorts

Balling is my best short

Hand on my balls while I’m in my sweat shorts

Too many niggas in the world but not enough ideas

I’ma call you a bitch while you out with your kids

Little Jonathon, your daddy is a rap style copycat

I’ma move in and be your daddy, he’s a follower

I’m your role model but I gotta fuck your momma

You gon' have a brother, he gon' make you way tougher

Uncle Ash is black, he just put rims on a pickup truck

Burglarizing styles I’ma tell my big brother Chuck

Ball on bitch niggas who been stealing our intentions

Make 'em do our homework and send 'em to detention

Never steal a man’s style when you grow up, remember

Cause we gon' find out and whoop your ass while we drunk

I’m Bonafide with my writing rhymes, Street Volume 2

Not in my house, my Vokals like the Lunatics

What the hook gon' be, I’ma bring it like I’m Murphy Lee

Air Force Ones sweat shorts sagging comfortably