| Hut, two, three, four
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| Hut, two, three, four
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| Hut, two, three, four
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| Hut, two, three, four
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| Soon as we fired at the end, oh
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| She gave me Uncle Winslow’s
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| Enemy, break it down, Steve Urkel
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| That means good brain, good brain
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| Soon as we fired up the end, oh
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| He gave me Uncle Winslow’s
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| Enemy, break it down, Steve Urkel
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| That means good brain, good brain
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| You are now tuning in to the smooth sounds of Sex, Drugs &Homework
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| This song was made for you to forget all your problems and just relax
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| Forget about your homework
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| Forget about anything you have to do at home
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| Just sit down, and enjoy the music
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| I write this verse sitting on a cloud
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| Meaning I was higher than the peak Eiffel Tower
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| As my Big Pen leaked on a loose leaf
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| All I could do was think
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| So, I gathered up my mind like a coroner
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| As If I had my brains blown up (pow, pow)
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| Found out that without clout I could still rain you niggas
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| Like a slave house leaking in the south
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| Damn, ho
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| You can’t stop it
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| Rap game Profit
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| Better yet God
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| Better yet, catch me whipping yayo in the kitchen
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| But I never get caught
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| That mean I’m Rick Ross
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| Which is a complicated correlation basically saying that «I'm a boss»
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| And if that ain’t a bar, «Suck my balls»
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| Is what I told her telling her bend it over before the odor of Marijuana came
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| She said…
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| Now you call yourself Jay IDK?
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| What the fuck does that mean?!
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| Your name is Kwame, your name is Kwame!
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| Jay IDK my ass!
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| Ay, all your friends
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| If y’all listening, this nigga name is Kwame!
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| It’s not Jay IDK! |
| He’s not a rapper! |