Hollies - You Better Move On lyrics

Know what I'm sayin? It's goin down, roll that blunt up dis is all for my niggas who get

High, roll the blunt up.

(South Park Mexican)

I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't

Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke

I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace

Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas

The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess

You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes

I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines

Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses

Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro

Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow

Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco

It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe

TV screens, margarita machines with street marines

Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings

If it means anything this for all my G's

I'm in jail cause I forgot my fucking ABC's

Another DWI, drunk and fucking high

I'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky

They call me young Thurston Howell the Third

And that's my word

I'm a swang, I'm a swerve

I'm a park and scrape the curve

Why when I'm not high does my life

Feel like it's missing something

I know that I must be high

So that I can function

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious

No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches

Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons

Fuck em so good they wake up and wash dishes

The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits

No French kisses and no hippopotamuses

I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me

As I represent Houston like the damn Whitney

I'm a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em

Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet em

Shut em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie

Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy

My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy

Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys ugly

Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle

Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle

I walks in the club, a grabbing on my dick

As the police officers patting down my click

They say my bandana breaks the dress code

Every fine fucking bitch I see is my ex ho

I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling

Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in

Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what

Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum

Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's land

Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am

The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling

Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin

Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper

Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga

We get high and pull the trigga, cause I'm a nigga, so fuk ya'll hataz when I'm high I feel fly!