Bar 4 Bar Monday

[Charlie Clips] If you really love her you should hold your wife Cause if I get at her, neck twisted; poltergeist Fuck her once? I'ma poke her twice Poke her face and take her chips; poker night But let's get off of that card shit And let's get back to that bar shit, lyrically I'm nauseous See I don't really spit, I vomit You the flu? No, nigga you car sick, that ain't the same Can't see me on this bar for bar shit Try to swim in my trail and get cut on some shark shit Cause I'm a animal whether on land or under water Whether I'm on top of your mother or under your daughter I see the smoke man, cop nothing less than a quarter Everything I'm on is straight murder; I'm wanted for slaughter So you might see my picture in the prescient Aye B, you can never see me, you just decent Working on your offense, never on your defense You really good at cockblocking though, fuck your three cents When I need a dollar scrap, then I'll holla back Let the iron crease in your button up till the collar crack You for yourself? I can honor that Not me, I do it for my niggas, where Harlem at? I rep LA, not the one on the Dodger cap Blicker blaow, get your head blew like a Dodger hat I know a young bitch, fuck, suck, swallow back For that young money she'll menage and I can roger that They wanna see me battle again and I honor that But if it ain't Lux, Iron or Hollow I won't holla back I do it on URL because I honor Smack But tell him stop putting a Chevy against these Pontiacs And I be killing 'em, you know just how it look, Smack Too easy battles, niggas think I got a fixed match But they was nice a while ago if you look back Put 'em against Charlie Clips and look, they look wack Let 'em hang themselves, give 'em one rope I got a question for you niggas: you ever slung dope? Have you ever cooked a ki? You ever slung coke? No? You've only a seen a bird on a duck soap And I'm posted with that China like it's Yao time Full-court press, you won't make it through these foul lines