Red 2 Go

[Verse 1] Codeine in my cereal Always behind a smokey, I'm sorta like a miracle You rappers are venereal, and never in my stereo Might spray your ass with vinegar, the next time that I see ya bro Bet your ass still won't be tight The size of my dick, nigga, every pussy tight I write all night 'til the sun comes up Dodging texts from your sister tryna lick on my nuts Cobra clutch the game, put that bitch into submission Your bitch want the stick shift, no transmission Dawg, I'm on a mission, you're playing exhibition On an expedition, popping X but never tripping Chilling with a vixen, tryna stick my dick in Red head ho, like a young Kathy Griffin Smoked so many blunts, I can hear my lungs whistling Still rolling up, ho smelling like chicken Rap Martin Lawrence, all you other rappers boring Bruiser make 2 Live Crew look like some mormons Nigga my essay is hard like a life-doing ese Gang-banging on the yard with a home made machete Been nice since cassette tapes, stay smoking heavy Popped a couple pills, eye's glowing like Belly Used to stash the cracks in the seams of my Pelle Detroit nigga, but I'm smoking on LA [Hook] And is anybody nervous? I'm red' to go, I said I'm red' to go I said is anybody worried? I'm red' to go, I said I'm red' to go Is anybody scared? I'm red' to go, I said I'm red' to go Well, I used to be afraid I'm red' to go, I said I'm red' to go [Verse 2] Tired of where I came from but know where I'm going Tears in my eyes, cause I'm smoking on an onion Aroma on that 'etra, scary and McNairy Off of moon rocks in Barcelona popping cherries Blowjobs from model twins, doing drugs with acronyms So many lines, thought this shit was Busch Gardens Party starting monster with the hair like Blanka Hotel room like a hair metal concert This blonde made the dick do the spray outta Contra You disrespect I hit you with the slap of Tatanka For dinner nigga used to eat shit that didn't match Like cornbeef hash and some fucking Apple Jacks Used to bag up the packs and eat Coney every night Bologna all night, traps with no peanut butter Couldn't waste it on the mic, so I wasted every night Everything came with rice, and I knew I wasn't right So I got my ass up, fuck depending on luck Greyhound to NY 'bout 300 bucks Kept my hopes up but my confidence was low Now my self esteem is astral looking at this cash flow Did it my way, I ain't nobody ho I'm 'bout to pimp the rap game, bitch, I'm red' to go I did it my way, I ain't nobody ho I'm 'bout to pimp the rap game, bitch, I'm red' to go [Hook]