Funny Shit - Potluck

Yo it’s underated with the potluck klick

When I’m on the mic, you better check your bitch

Every single time my rhyme is a hit

Don’t even try to lie cause your boy can spit

Try and try but you can’t catch me

We keep it underground, no MTV

When I get the flow I get it like a Uzi

And all the girls saying damn who’s he?

!

If you can’t see me on the M.I.C

I Can beat fast when I bob to the beat

Rap so fast I can rhyme in my sleep

Everybody wanna go buy the cd

Go to the store and stand in line

Look at that girl, oh damn she’s fine!

I wanna get her number and she wants to get mine

Cause every other girl loves hip hop rhymes

Already know that I do it all day

And it ain’t no problem that I’m rockin the stage

Reppin Humboldt county all the way to the bay

Smoking my weed till my hair turn grey

Never gonna stop, never gonna quit

Mothaf**kas know this is potluck bitch

If you wanna talk shit, go grab a mic

Yeah damn right, I’m here for life

Suck my dick, make me cum

Bitch, do you know where the f**k I’m from?

West coast, where the dope is flow

Too short

Vicious flow and it can’t be stopped

Stack the dough and f**k the cops

My klick is sicker than chicken pox

And if you don’t like it then bitch kick rocks

«Everybody say you shouldn’t say this you shouldn’t say that.

see…

fun is fun, this is just expression, talk your language, talk this everyday,

nothing to be ashamed of»

Here goes one ton for the potluck klick

When I get drunk and talk that shit

When I kick it around better watch your chick

Cause I think your miss wanna kiss this dick

Blow so cold so cold me bro

And it ain’t fair that I can’t smoke my dro

I do what I do so I hope you know

No other fat nigga do a whole lotta blow

I’m doin my own thing

Blow out my nose ring

Gimme my coat, where my hoes be?

When I count money everybody knows me

All about the cheese Still got no bling, no fling, no ring

Nobody gonna be so light so tight eyesight

It’s Every time I touch the mic

Now I gotta get it height

Never get it right

They call me the man like I’m ballin again

All in the stands and party with the fans

All to the good and talkin to the chance

We poppin the shan, We part of the fam

Listen to me grow, this is how I go

Quit it and diss it and we hit with the show

Flip a lil dough, hit up a couple of hoes

Quick as I get it when?

«Understand niggas is gonna hate you regardless, get that out of your head,

that fantasy world where niggas ain’t hatin on you, you need haters,

if there’s any haters here right now that don’t have anybody to hate on feel

free to hate on me»

The sign is to rappin, you’re tryin to hard

We make it happen by raising the bar

Lyrically packin and jackin your car

Leadin your girl at the back of the bar

With a crew that you wanna be like

Smoke all night and make the flow tight

Ready to reb the rhyme so nice

Puff puff pass as I’m passing the mic

Pass me the mic bro, pass it to me

Crack another brew and smashing it to be

Pass sideways as I’m sagging my jeans

Potluck’s here, do you know what that means?

It means were about to take over the show

Toke another bowl, takin over the flow

I like my girls fast and my bong hits slow

Were in the studio till we all get dough

«Don't ya just love that shit?

that’s a catchy ass song, you just wanna jump up

shit and climb off!

I’m feeling that shit!

I’m going nowhere, that’s gonna be

there a long time!

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