Album Name : Reveille Park
Release Date : 2010-02-23
Song Duration : 4:20
Spm Lord Loco's Melody
[Verse 1:]
The game on tilt Dope House what I built
Beans get spilt & niggas get killed
Sleepin' on silk cause you head got peeled
Caught the hot slug blood spillin' like milk
King of the Hill baby mama named Jill
Naw I ain't trippin' uhh maybe just a lil
Peace to Big Will up in what Mackadosious
Ass naked hoes's doing my promotions
Rats 'n' roaches baseball coaches
That was '82 now I stay by the ocean
In a 3 story while I while I read all this
Jap on my lap ass flat like Sigourny's
She so horny outside it's stormy
Get my hydro from a nigga named Georgy
Purple 'n' sticky smoke like a hippy
In the game throwed 'til you hoes come & get me.
[Chorus: JC ad libs]
[Verse 2:]
I spit from the neck once again I'm a wreck
I like chicken salad with the what vinegrette
Like my girl sassy southern & sexy
Creep in my jet ski they tryin' to arrest me
I'm like Pesci in that movie Goodfellas
I hang with dope sellers.
Dear God can you help us?
Roll a lil' forest for the ones who went before us
Nigga you aint ballin' take them 20's off that Taurus
Appologizin' mama I'm so sorry about the past
For everytime I didn't clean the house & cut the grass
Or the time I threw up on your brand new couches
Or the time you caught me cookin' up them 9 ounces
Drug dealin' son ain't much to be proud of
My only f..ckin' goal was to sew the whole town up
I promised to get out of the game so many times
Is hard to explain so I wrote these lines.
[Chorus: JC ad libs]
[Verse 3:]
I put the codeine in my soda pop
Cops lookin' at me like I stole the drop
What I can't have things like swing-a-langs
$1200 shirts on plastic hangers
I'm a +Star+ like +Spangle+ my chain gon' jangle
7 carat bracelet on my baby ankle
I'm a give my Seiko to my homeboy Pedro
I make hoes strip at every state show
Niggas wanna kill me I'll let y'all tell it
You know how many times I heard that shit
Y'all niggas sound like parrots
I'm a Green Beret y'all niggas green pa-rrots
I hit you from the back but you don't land on your chest
I pop stress pills like Hammer Bars & X
I'm a buy things like Rolls's & jets
I left a mark on this game & didn't get no credit
I got a song called Hate & I can't even spell it.
[Chorus: JC ad libs]