Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loaded, artist - MellowHype. Album song BlackenedWhite, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Possum
Song language: English
Loaded |
| Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale |
| Bitch I’m making chip off sales while sipping on White Zinfandael |
| Probably sipping still cause it is my favorite flavor |
| My beat wake the block up like «Hodgy Beats hates all his neighbors» |
| They call the po-po, I’m cocking back the 44 |
| The one man army, my automatic Rose Gold |
| Double O, subtract one numero from Seven |
| Taking niggas back to school like a bus ride for adolescents |
| Wolves plotting for their future like fucking investments |
| And I go so hard, that’s why your bitch keep on caressing |
| Flat iron and pressing my VCR buttons |
| But this a DVD so you can watch it with your cousins |
| 2010, bitch we get it in |
| Go ahead and tell your friends, I hope them bitches be twins |
| Doobies in Jacuzzis, white bitches with big booties |
| I’m a pirate, going after them diamonds and them rubies |
| I be like hello, play them corners like their cellos |
| It go crazy in the streets when the hype gets mellow |
| (I got my feet up, laid back, smoking on a haze sack |
| Sitting on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps) |
| Makeshift millions, knocking down your buildings |
| Know they fear me I’m a villain, stacking dollars to the ceiling |
| (I'm on the corner for you, judge me I’ll destroy your lawyer |
| Outta Luckett like Letoya, Mellow one’s too Hype to bore you) |
| Girl you so sour but you’re sweet like candy |
| Let’s fuck in the forest, mother nature and Bambi |
| Balling like Camby, organic like cran' be |
| Glass house on a beach for when I want to get Sandy |
| Everything is dandy, ask my nigga Handy |
| I take a strike in L.A. Lights like I’m dodging with Manny |
| Girls drop them panties, even their aunties. |
| no grannies |
| Grandma, I’m leaking on the beat like a tampon |
| Phlegm spitting 'til my whole Odd Future camps on |
| We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer |
| Stay fresh before hopping up in any shower |
| Death to haters tryna take minutes up off my hour |
| I got the hood with me, I’m the nigga with the power |
| Weed, cocaine, and the muthafuckin' Zannies |
| Me and Brain lurk together like a fucking family |
| I mastered this in Sessions I be last to hit |
| But my confidence brim, that means there’s none after this |
| This rhyme spitting done turned me to a convict |
| I’m fucking sick, there’s no resolution to this conflict |
| Well, death might be one |
| But there’s no stopping these wolves, for your heads we come |
| I’m a rider, garage got motorbikes in it |
| They’re confused, scratch their heads like theres fucking lice in it |
| Party hard, man it’s Golden, have them hands foldin' |
| Mellow keep it rollin', that’s how we stay Loaded |
| Like them fo'-fo's, they stay in them four-doors |
| Bitches watch when they go slow, we pimp them hoes that drive Rodeo’s |
| And Volvo’s, because they fuck with lame niggas |
| They ain’t learn? |
| Hatin' niggas won’t make your chain bigger |
| You’re comedy to me and crowds flee when your shit’s on |
| You get fake applause like a TV sitcom |