Life's work

It's a hot one I gnosh gum squinted in the sun even in the Tinted prismtop flippin songs on the system Minute long cuts clip along vintage Mix lost tapes list wish it plays long listen... We wait, honk, hit it, and take off quick I relate hot spit i created in a meditative State for the clique while the weekday Percolate again and rain marinate Hoody hair ingrate and pool by the gate Fuel make a rainbow my next twenty looks Just like the one that i spent we check Hockey pools on the bluetooth internet On the futile trek for a dep who chops Baby ruth, i got words from new yiddy Words from t dot, extra hot words from Lonely city and one fifty proof pop We figure out how to make party by committee Again, so let me bust out the sequel right Quickly Its a whole lot of trees down it saturday night A warm breeze rollin past so pass the black light And flash a tight skirt Smash the ice glass with sprite Yo to relax and write, my life's work Its a hot one, pop open the locks in drop tops And rollin the window to bottom position in flip flops And socks, ignition switch turn like a clock tick And the wind blow over my fist gripping the shift box Indo, brought the fridge wobbly pops and double fist Risk trouble with the policy cops, lets swap spots kid I can navigate in the ride, while the princess in the back Baptizing the dry incense, consensus, lets commence to Hang out, shall we Gangs in the heated out valley Crooked in the club when the chorus come it is sung hoarsely Tongues that wanna touch mad pussy Tuck em boy analyze the drum noise Dj spun run followed by run with jadakiss, gully choice