Organic Hotbox
No second guessing but the choppers got erections
If I make em' come your way you gone be everything but pregnant
Chain full of water when I wear it it's refreshing
In the hallway shooting dice I'm taking all the side betting
Hit my point and pick it all off of the floor it's a blessing
I preach you get the message
Always gone fully address it
Grab the fully off the dresser
It'll turn your brains to dressing
I ain't being harsh I'm just teaching Niggaz lessons
One big chain full of rocks stoney lonesome
Big zip lock full of rock in the corridor
Big glock beef on my watch call the coroner
Midnight shifts Dick Clark I'ma warrior
Making paper out of crack rocks I'm a sorcerer
Stateway projects hallway loiterer
Star moving key On a trek space voyager
If we get caught in the act gotta lawyer up
Po po knocking at my door like I ordered sum'n
Snitch nigga name on a statement he reported sum'n
Golden state trooper cause them niggaz shootin'
Getting shit for half price cause a nigga boastin'
Got the coppers on our tail but we stay elusive
They ain't from where we from so it really ain't computin'
Only one life to live ain't no programs or rebootin'
If my Timb's get a scuff you know a nigga rebootin'
All my niggaz presidential so it's big collusion
Try trump us then we rushin shit we come like putin
Wining on a nigga like she Pinot Grigio
If she fuck me like she love me i'ma make a video
If it wasn't for my portfolio would this be really so
I don't really know but when I'm done I tell her Cheerio
I can only love you bout as far as I can trust you baby
You ain't got the bands well then I prolly won't conduct you baby
I be out the way so I prolly won't obstruct you baby
I'm just tryna build you know the Meeks under construction baby
Fighting for my cause roll with work like a company car
Neck full of chains like a college bitch at mardi gras
Laughing to the bank on these goofy niggaz hardy har
Fiends always ask me bout the work like i'm Tommy and they Marty Mar
Like a mafia with a Tommy i'ma spray the car
Hot box the whip when I exit gotta spray the car
Hot box the whip when I exit gotta spray the car
Neck full of chains like a college bitch at mardi gras
Laughin' to the bank on you goofy niggaz hardy har
If I make em' come your way you gone be everything but pregnant
Chain full of water when I wear it it's refreshing
In the hallway shooting dice I'm taking all the side betting
Hit my point and pick it all off of the floor it's a blessing
I preach you get the message
Always gone fully address it
Grab the fully off the dresser
It'll turn your brains to dressing
I ain't being harsh I'm just teaching Niggaz lessons
One big chain full of rocks stoney lonesome
Big zip lock full of rock in the corridor
Big glock beef on my watch call the coroner
Midnight shifts Dick Clark I'ma warrior
Making paper out of crack rocks I'm a sorcerer
Stateway projects hallway loiterer
Star moving key On a trek space voyager
If we get caught in the act gotta lawyer up
Po po knocking at my door like I ordered sum'n
Snitch nigga name on a statement he reported sum'n
Golden state trooper cause them niggaz shootin'
Getting shit for half price cause a nigga boastin'
Got the coppers on our tail but we stay elusive
They ain't from where we from so it really ain't computin'
Only one life to live ain't no programs or rebootin'
If my Timb's get a scuff you know a nigga rebootin'
All my niggaz presidential so it's big collusion
Try trump us then we rushin shit we come like putin
Wining on a nigga like she Pinot Grigio
If she fuck me like she love me i'ma make a video
If it wasn't for my portfolio would this be really so
I don't really know but when I'm done I tell her Cheerio
I can only love you bout as far as I can trust you baby
You ain't got the bands well then I prolly won't conduct you baby
I be out the way so I prolly won't obstruct you baby
I'm just tryna build you know the Meeks under construction baby
Fighting for my cause roll with work like a company car
Neck full of chains like a college bitch at mardi gras
Laughing to the bank on these goofy niggaz hardy har
Fiends always ask me bout the work like i'm Tommy and they Marty Mar
Like a mafia with a Tommy i'ma spray the car
Hot box the whip when I exit gotta spray the car
Hot box the whip when I exit gotta spray the car
Neck full of chains like a college bitch at mardi gras
Laughin' to the bank on you goofy niggaz hardy har
Credits
Writer(s): Isadore Meeks
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