I Remember

Damn Mad late My fucking hernias popping out of my stomach and shit [Verse 1] Yo She bent over in a mirror taking pictures Crew a bunch of dykes and some Puerto Rican strippers From Ridgewood she did her thing just like a bitch should But in the morning started burning, I can't piss good I cleared that up though Diver’s scallops, sear ‘em Seven grams of fuzzy in the palm’ll be the serum The Rocketeer, out in Switzerland we poppin’ there Mulatto babies cause you know your boy's a chocolatier Haze galore, going Asian on the carpet Artichokes and lamb From the land not from the market Blunts rolled consecutively Who every really thought this motha fucka destined to be? This type of style on the mic Get razzled, dazzled Stretch you like pilate Penetrate your flower then I split Karate The shotty Hollywood, I gave the bitch a nosejob And fuck a new Benz I'd rather cop the old Saab Velour down short set paired with the cream joints Wine, I always swirl it and smell it Make an esteemed choice My cheese sauce always known to keep a fiend moist I swear my words’ll have me hopping out the green Royce Rolls and blunted, crispy chicken, aged cheddar Lonnie got a block of cheese, no it ain't feta The semi-soft flow master with the hemi-talk I'm higher than the motha fuckas at the heliport Bronsolini Bronsolafski Bronsolinio