Black Light - Roach Gigz, Clyde Carson

It look badder in the black light

Can I hit it in the black light?

Get it, get it in the black light

Is that right?

Excuse me while I get this guy smooched

with the booze, tan line sipping troop

Right hand on the bible I’m liable to roof

And my dawg then poofed, voila!

that moose

I be on that hog, champagne, and orange juice

But when it got dark is when my orange grew

In that black light

It’s like the ass get fatter, and the face look badder

Hey hey batter batter

Then the sex swings bat and she know it’s gone

My boxers and my socks blowing little pablo

A couple shots taking back to vinyl, spinning then she got naked

Incense burning, the job writing the rules, I’m violating the coup,

but not bacon

Boy I’m fresh out the oven, one of the best go discuss it

I don’t stress off that rubber, she don’t invest in my budget

And on the left they gon' love it, R Geezy, you beezy, it’s easy

I got bitches like Eddie Murphy in Boomerang

I’m addicted I got drugs in my limousine

If she hot I’ma come and put her fire out

Make a mama one to come out of retirement

Dark purple you can smell it through the zig zag

Dark room, black light, where she strip at

Hella faded seeing double

Still got another bundle

It’s a party at the moto' shop

Mixed Bacardi in my soda pop

I came in tardy on a solo hype

I came in tardy 'cus the show don’t stop

I got shit to do, I’m so into you

So full of shit, don’t believe it boar

Let’s keep it lit, let’s speak the truth

I’m tryna' do something in this little private room