Lala in the Car

Trap house boom'n
Straight weed, 'cause the crack sound stupid
Trap house boom'n
Trap house
A hundred up, never stack 'round humans
Trap house boom'n
Trap house boom'n
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Trap house boom'n, straight weed 'cause the crack sound stupid
Hundred up, never stack 'round humans
A hundred up, 'nother stack while human
Dead people, bloody money taken from red people
We fed people
The state ain't no threat to my people
Deja Vu, like I'm play'n a sequel
Scramble like Randall I play wit' the Eagles
Cook me a Ego don't play wit' my ego
Prospect still pop'n, Free Bloody D, though
Rest in peace Lil' Mark, you my E-O
West Wing music, we'll be The Beatles
Quality Control, eat'n wit' me go
Jimmy Jackson when I be in Toledo
Nate Miles 'cause my jumper on fleek
Gary Hill screamin' "Fuck the police!" Bel Air
Chill'd wit' a couple of freaks
Bel Air chill'd wit' a couple of freaks
Pop'd out high a couple of weeks wit'
Digital Underground, doin' what we like
Humpty Dance, mix codeine and Sprite
I'm on a Black-street, girl don't leave me tonight
I got a couple beans, I wanna do it right
Serving ya bitch, push-start the whip
Curve the bitch when she start to trip
Candace Parker, she's hard to stick
Shit, I ain't know it start like this
New bitch is high-yellow, stay over there by Longfellow
Had a baby by a small fellow
But I never see him pull up, car mellow, uh

Smokin' lala in my car mellow
Car mellow
Smokin' lala in my car mellow
Car mellow
New bitch is high-yellow
Stay over there by Longfellow
Had a baby by a small fellow
Ah
Get'n high-high in my car mellow
High
Smokin' lala in my car mellow
Smokin' the la, ah
New bitch she high-yellow
Stay over there by Longfellow and she
Had a baby by a small fellow

It's the icon
Bite down, follow me to Poundtown
Hit a lick, dog pussy like a Chow Chow
We gon' have a celebration iss'a pow-wow
Toast up, cheer'n get it shakin' like a pom pom
It's some watermelon, couple bitches and some Popeye's here
Took a lil' round trip Southbound then returned
Safe wit' a Glad bag of Zaza, yeah
Surveillance heavy all around the compound here
You can re-up here like "Tadaa!"
Brought word back time movin' counter-clockwise
Surf'n everywhere on a broad band, Wi-fi
Movin' out Ohio wit' the la like 'Bron 'Bron yeah I told'm
We the real shit, they just smell like dookie
Work'n vampire I was pull'n night duty
Late get'n off work think'n niggaz might shoot me
And the soundtrack to it make you do the Watusi
Came home late reek'n like unauthorized kewchi
When her mood damp, stick her in some rice chop suey
Never could you out-do me if your mind puny
I was raised on the North, it was real Piruy
Groovy how he bubble in that water Jacuzzi
Yeah I cop'd somethin', that's the sapphire ruby
Call me the 'S-word' man you niggaz sound goofy



Credits
Writer(s): Allen Jones
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