Lyrics Hide It All - Crichy Crich, 12th Planet

Hide It All

Hold up
Hold up
I got henny in my blood, cup full of mud
Girl on my lap, kush in my blood
Love in my veins, pain in my brain
I try to hide it all behind that big gold chain
Hold up, better call up a doctor
We been mobbing through the city, ain’t nobody gon' stop us
Switching through lane to lane, 'bout to swing down your blockers
With a trunk full of flame, we make it bang like the choppers
Got that drink in my system, behind that (?) like Obama
I don’t trust these hoes, I got your girl in pajamas
Say she love everybody, I keep her wet like piranhas
Got so much (?) in my mouth, I’m iced out, I’m the (?)