Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poncho, artist - Cult Mountain. Date of issue: 10.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Poncho |
| Yo, swagging it, the school of life I’ve been wagging it |
| My boy Silk oil rich, he Bin Laden it |
| That green stuff, we still bagging it |
| 24/7, 4−20, let the mandem in |
| All this cannabis got me looking Mandarin |
| Your main bitch my second bitch, call her Anne Boleyn |
| Got her strumming on my (uhh) like a mandolin |
| You’d think she make pottery the way she handle it |
| In this rapping ish we the main protagonists |
| Shorty on her knees like she catholic, that’s the shit |
| Money motivates my happiness, so I use unhappiness as a catalyst |
| Only when it’s not blues will I pass the spliff |
| Cause only when I’ve got blues am I passionate |
| I’m just a cracker with an attitude |
| I didn’t even try the shoe son it had to fit |
| Yeah, I get it, it’s all about the money now |
| Yeah, I get it, so I’m all about this money now |
| This ain’t even rapping |
| It’s a slow motion reenactment |
| And yeah you may have out done me |
| But you’ll never out dumb me |
| I’m funny like Al Bundy, there goes ya legs, how clumsy |
| Blade by Hattori Hanzo, caught at the lights like ya boy Alonso |
| Rest in peace Doctor Gonzo, keep the rum tucked underneath the orange poncho |
| Tell ya wifey suck my dick, pronto |
| She got legs like a horse, we can kick, Tonto |
| Get the memo, we making eggs or getting Ralphie Cifaretto’d |
| You should have known after this one, we branching out it’s like they only just |
| twigged on |
| We played pairs, you got six oned |
| Three times in a row, do the cig run |
| I wanna Bounty too, and a Mountain Dew |
| And don’t fuck it up, like that’s suttin you know how to do |
| I wanna Mountain Dew, too |
| And a cloudless June sky with a powder blue hew |
| Go, break your leg, if you do 'doe power through |
| I’m too high to pretend I’m down with you |
| I sip a 40 watching Rick and Morty |
| With a dumb blonde that does me thinking for me |
| While I pop me Ellesse jacket collar |
| Couple of bitches with me like Japa Dollar |
| A stupid mzungu, we so run through, fuck you |
| And excuse me while I chill in the sky |
| Then bring it down to earth to get head, eating a chicken karahi |
| That lazy cracker draped in Kappa |
| I’m Lord Jamars favourite rapper |
| I put the kids in daycare, while I chill at the pool with a red face |
| Except for where me shades were |
| Twisting me tash at the poker table, with a bundle of Di Nero |
| And the winning card under me sombrero |
| Fuck stress with no protection, we’re the dumb best to ever fail a drug test |
| Gimme a Mountain Dew three |
| And a crowd of groupies and an ounce of Blue Cheese |
| I’m on a Xanny with the Valium twist |
| Shouts to my cracker Trelly Trellz, I’m on my Champion shit, shit |
| I live in Cult Mountain, I got mega thots |
| And got my boy out in Cali, he hit Megan Fox |
| That’s real shit, it’s never not |
| I just ate a nine out before ten o’clock |
| Gringo with a beef taco |
| Tequila slammer like I don’t need a bladder |
| That scary cracker wearing Patta |
| Snoop Dogg’s my favourite actor |
| And everybody’s tryna fit in now so fuck the in crowd |
| I’m out to hit the in 'n' out |
| But then I’m back like I’m still about |
| I’m still on MSN bitch, ASL |
| Fuck your bitch, shit yeah I may as well |
| 61−6 shit I’m raising hell |
| And I’m still in waiting my impending doom |
| But my new shit’s coming fairly soon |
| Yeah, I get it, it’s all about the money now |
| Yeah, I get it, so I’m all about this money now |
| Yeah, I get it, it’s all about the money now |
| Yeah, I get it, so I’m all about this money now |