Put ya hands up

[verse 1 mc goldenboy] What a day Covered in a dame on another sons arm bone To leg Looked great Hey, look, yo, why she got a date when I first Scoped her, Gold can't catch a break Even pro sculptors couldn't get her frame Right Plus the way light played off her dress Baby extra tight She don't know it, rollin with professors like GQ,And really need a dude who spike EQs I'm silent but my eyes said "me, you", smiling At a motherfuckers wife, be true So i loved and lost And it's just 1 o'clock Waiting for the bus to cross I puff dutchie Jaywalked Yeah im a crazy fuck and half expect the cops to Bum rush me I gotta pick up something, Insider's brother Done asked me to run to the liqs, for the Young clique We used to play tricks with pink dot, say the Six pack's for my pops to drink, bottles of Twinklin' champagne swing through the aisle Seek slowly, oh, cheap pony keg O'keefe's Same place I was caught With a phony I.D., Way back Like before he was nineteen And ho, please, they just tryna buy Kokanees and get live, now that I'm of age I Provide aid Oh, if you a sinner Yeah, broken the law Whoa, get them hands up Oh, You bustin out Yeah, ain't going back Nope, make that ass move Grabbed what i needed to get, and now i jet Before I'm mad tempted to reach for the Moet's Settle up They looking at me funny Cuz I bought a Twenty pack of Wildcats And 12 coolers With metal money Who you think the fool is - I'm only stealin Two fifty off top, ain't even paying for my fuel Kid Complete the drop got a beep readin meet us At the weed spot yo It's Red Team and Ricky But I ain't tryin see my whole week shot Head feeling heavy, rather get sex out of Wedlock Bet later i'll regret not payin for some beverages Liqs in the west close at seven it's Six, ain't it Hot day it was, gravitated under gray summer Skies to the summons place as tradition States It was Mac's Milk once Up the hill son It's Super fuckin ill that they replaced it Some real young biddies at the ice cream Shop, and it's prolly not legal but i'd hit it Tonight she's saucin', looks like it might be a Hype evening, in the long sunlight season On the streetside, waiting for my Red Team Schemes like weighin each scene within my Head See I needa work but my creed is assert if you Gonna regret it then don't do it, if it Ain't wrong, get to it And she probably right I'm livin' a ungodly life I can't hold a 9 to 5 But i can hold some bacardi light