Thats just gold

My couch basement Layin in the cut about eight It's rainin outside, my mouth dry like I was Just blazin Brain rush when the celly ring, or two way, or Just a phone Fuck it though it ain't essentially linked to me Bustin flows My bro, Cousins, a couple biddies a clutch a Dozen cols suds And smoke too so if it's booze, then I Must've known The crew is cruisin cross the second narrows Bridge And got tickets to a show, you set to go? They heard crickets Gut laced with hunger pains, maybe another Day He chuckled and sayin son if you must we Could hit up Subway So it was on, rolled equipped with old timbs And flip my bridges long So I could get rich like any pimp to broads Drippin fog and I ducked in the whip in Shotgun while guzzlin a sip My coffee mug is topped to the brim Nod to kittens in the back My man Fat passed his service in Europe He hit the gas the bitches passin' me Bourbon As I capped it I was jokin with them folks From the fairer sex So Joe was on the phone, the girls a go are We there uh yet? I'm laughin, no, let Abten know the plan for The jam is to meet in the street And have a smoke before we hit the VIP He's like peace, click, and reach for the weed Quick And chickens in the back ain't doin nouthing But gigglin Shit a man in my position more concerned With that jigglin Mental note, player, fuck the front, later sit With them I'm seein hearts like it's heaven and the Lemon hart helps Young men and women get a good start as The whip darts Though the dark elements and Pettit take Us where we gotta get Cuz the real party starts at eleven kid The 80 of gin My name on the list The lanes that we switch That's just gold The ladies are twist Just babes in whips Canadian prince That's just gold Rollin down the window kid, skippin on the Disc, with the chicks poking him Yo we got any disco? It's Joe with the conference call phone Blowin up with yall folks That's already at the club, but we got it all Stole a glance up in the mirror at my hat and Stuff Buzzin starin at them ladies in the cut and Wearin nothing much Wink she flashin me ivories Teeh sink on bluntwrap, pass that reef beside me She tongue that Jelous of ya lime green beverage Torrential hail the high beams as we french Inhale And cut back as the engine wailin through The guts of hastings Reach down my legs it's Van Halen Yo she got it, wanna get our shuck and jive Goin If we gettin drunk I'm lookin forward to the Ride home They said the club is yes bumpin, son, all I See is wet road refection Cold leather on my neck It's the west coast Gray depths of the old growth oak Through at such place they become death Tones Go Runnin red, if you see the fuzz duck your Head miss, the whip will seat enough If we had one less And get your fist up speedy when you spot a Cyclops or a beetle on the street or off a Sidewalk It's worth a six pack, pass the shit back, I'm Finna get blasted we missed the first act Joey's chillin, yo the hoes be grillin us Suppose me, I don't give a shit, he's Indifferent Soon as I blink, now she wink, should be a Good week The sweetest thing of any evening is the pre Drink