Lyrics Dorchester - Sonnyjim, Quelle Chris

Dorchester

Break 'em off a bit of bread
It’s a small gesture
You’re a joke like a court jester
I’ll be smoking in a sports centre
Joint venture
Getting notes like a choir singer
Dinner in the Dorchester
Night fever
I’m a light sleeper
Fine dime squeezer
Put the squeeze on a nickel & a dime dealer
Diamond geezer
Turning dime pieces to pipe cleaners
Nice to meet ya
Mr Nice, light the reefer
Syrup with the Sprite in a beaker
Welcome to my arena
Ice feature
High off of life and a pint of tequila
Piffer
Hit your town and hunt down the killer
Super sour silver
Spend all my gilders
Ice cold Pilsner
No filter, get pushed out the picture
Hook, line and sinker
Oh, I like it
I like it a lot
Oh, I like it
I like it a lot
Oh, I like it
I like it a lot
Come on, baby
Give it all you’ve got
When, you know the M. O
Zip it up, your magnum opus sound like a demo
Your favorite rapper must be a bum spitter
Or your mother and father just raised a bum nigga
You germed out like telly with the kids
My hard to break like Wolverine’s ribs
Clean place, spaghetti on a
Black, act out
Hit the shops, spend like
HBSing
Hammer time till I don’t have a dime
You wouldn’t grind like this to dine with the swine
Shrimps
Shit-eaters
Bottom-side of the table,
I’m the one King Kong ain’t got shit on
So whack rap niggas: fall back like a futon
Top of the morn', yawn, shit on your lawn
One hit and your voice gets all screwy
Oh, I like it
I like it a lot
Oh, I like it
I like it a lot
Oh, I like it
I like it a lot
Come on, baby
Give it all you’ve got