Snow Goggles

[Produced by Khrysis] [Verse 1] Smith and Peppers snow goggles for boulevard models Jetter with the ski rack, kickin’ full throttle Space mountain spliff, pull keep a lift Time and space rip so we movin’ kinda diff Slick like the first Jheri curl, juice drippin’ Pop standin’ over grit pots in the kitchen, listen Eat ‘em all so they stick to your ribs My grandfather said, so I did (I did, I did…) I heard the other kids laughin’ and playin’ Indian style, I sat stayin’, listenin’, refrainin’ from actin’ my age Back in the day I just had a way But there’s still things you had to say To the peoples around the way (way, way…) It keeps givin, the gift of gab Apartments, homes, lofts, pads Hoppin’ around town to hide the tears of a clown Too busy to entertain over mine with the frown See a wretched clutch I was grindin’ them down First gear on a steep hill, shiftin’ them now Word to Malloricia, my ninth grade fever 9-1-1 beepers and payphone receivers I scribe flows at my leisure Life’s a bitch, I’m in a beach, Ibiza They make a mess of you if you don’t keep a schedule Brunch and a lie be then hit the film festival You probly think I’m thinkin’ less of you Only what, when and where, but never who They’ll make a mess of you if you don’t keep a schedule Hard time makin’ better blues Cash cream and the cheddar rules, nothin’ change But the gas price, few bucket change [Hook] Said my team move round, my team move round My team move round, said what trip [?] pulls down Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- Said my team move round, my team move round Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- [Verse 2] Don’t be needy, don’t be greedy Get it how you live and live to give it, believe me I could talk about it freely, [?] beneath me Keep goin’ stayin’ alive like the Beegees What you see is what you get They respect a brother on his grind with legends catchin’ that wreck Beach house, beautiful babes connect Bollywood bangin’ they bodies is soakin’ wet I don’t beat around the bush, a little kush Money on the side, barbecuing off the books They’ll bum rush, barricade the jooks Steal your whole style from the flow down to the looks Tell ‘em you ain’t really bout it, you ain’t bout it Whisperin’ the love but the hate, you scream and shout it I say you ain’t really bout it, you ain’t bout it Talkin’ bout the struggle you ain’t tryna climb up out it Acceleratin’ to celebrations, good occasions Presentations, slanky reservation PYT insemination, freaky federation Frolickin’ with fancy faces the features our beauty graces Know my status and my crew the baddest Spin the atlas off his axis my clip the baddest Can’t stop, frisk they’ll pat us down Uncomparable when I’m around, a radical of my sound I get down, bound to go twist a pound From the bottom underground with a mainstream sound Bumpin’ LB ridin’ through the city Passengers see you pretty, house of Diddy, ooh what a pity Chivalry is dead, she shivers a bit Monday chill, Sunday tip drill, tip her for bread [Hook]