Lyrics Last Pair of Drawz - K Rino

Last Pair of Drawz

You see I think it’s time to beat the preacher’s ass
Cause he lied and said we free at last
If you mad you don’t have to listen
Let’s see how many riding with me after this one
On TV you a gangster with lots of loot
But you’re fans don’t know that you’re a prostitute
«I'm a G, I’m a G», man cut it out
You in the office bent over getting gutted out
Hye, you better not talk about them gay people
Or them wicked Jews and they evil
They don’t care about your money or your fame
One anti-Semitic claim, they’ll run your ass right out the game
Every week I see a different fool going out
A woman can’t blow up unless they hoe her out
Phony homies tryna fake their position
I hate a roach and I ain’t talking about the ones in the kitchen
Now listen
I’m about to tear my last pear of draws
I’m about to tear my last pear of draws
I’m about to tear my last pear of draws
I’m about to tear my last pear of draws
They gonna get you if you riding they gonna get you if you chilling
They gonna get you either way so you might as well kill em man
I’m still out here getting it man, that’s the real shocker
Tryna get rich like peel doctor
The politicians ain’t no different, they still tripping
Passing dirty laws, having orgies, coke sniffing
I still blame the Bush family for the country sinking fast
Somebody need to run an iron across their wrinkly ass
Meanwhile the whole hood is afflicted
And a child support cheque is like a lottery ticket
Now your 2 year old son is booty popping, what’s the root?
And his silly ass mama talking bout, «Look he’s so cute»
It’s bad enough you got that kind of madness in your mind
But you want the world to see it so you post it online
And his dumbass daddy old as hell, still trappin'
If you would have been around him then it probably wouldn’t have happened
Wannabee king of the city until you got caught
Now you in the jail cell calling the white man, «Boss»
A lot’s happened since the last time we spoke
Let me officially announce I went broke
What I’m hearing in the music is like something’s polluted
We all messed up in the head, present company included
Some of these dudes got some ways that I just don’t get
Married a stripper now you mad at her cause she won’t quit
You were soft so you came off in your bread real quick
But she ain’t ever viewed you as nothing but being a trick
All the people seem to care about is drugs and clothes
I asked my partner why he go to church, he said, «For the hoes»
Anything goes in this sick world, whatever you’re liking
Dope selling, car jacking, pill popping and dyking
Government for the lying ass pervert clowns
Coward cops will beat an handicapped man to the ground
You still tryna emigrate with these devilish hicks
America, the most racist country to ever exist