Under the Hood

[Specifics] Hit with a dilemma A dip with an umbrella at my cellar Let her in quick, the medicine sip, whatever I'm clever on some accapella shit, that's my main strength But never been too bad, as well, uh, at this gettin brains thing I think the light's dim Not the type to fight gin And bent like, psyched to hit the bed and strike skins Right then the phone ringin, but left it- Blowing in the night Like the west wind crescent My preference is a heavy snare yes, instead Of some soft shit Got a sweaty pair of breath mints The stars be glowing, We spark weed, holdin Hands and, uh Gold be the cardio and stamina Top physical condition when I'm kissin Switchin' my footwork, I cook birds chicken She took off my cardigan, she told me start again I'm gettin more bad bitches than Mad Martigan With no candles, R&B stanzas or glamorous clothes I rock no-brand sandals I'm dealing with fans, you're dealin with man-hoes It's romance - and more porn than Sancho I never snuff lights And Havin' rough nights, but I must live up to my rep, right? Touch ice, but my blood warm Snuff any nickname, when he gets semi-drunk It's a fuck-storm And some more couldn't hurt Mix up love and war like porn, rum and Pepsi One for a Skirt Yikes, but I just wanna get done nicely - and Yo girl your skirt's what entice me [Hook 2x] Yo, I'm a do it like this - Ask you if you love it so, if so, it's on And boo, if you love his flow, it's Gold, and yo It's all good Whatcha runnin' under the hood? I heard it through the grapevine Word's groupies got the eyes on the crew And psyched to get attached loosely at the waistline Booty makes my day, yo The bassline boogie nights Gotsta groove crazy with them cutiepies Seventies shit You bet me, I will never be rich I need to get me a celebrity bitch Cheque The kid can't afford Hennessy But swish many more cheap 40's than you weak whores will ever sip And rap effortless Blessed with a certain effervescence The better beef-curtain spreader specialist Specifics, Yo, don't get it twist Drove chicks to my coastal getaway ocean precipice Tryin' to get to paradise No asparagus, just a pair of dice, dominos and some Sheridan's Solid gold providence In the hottest nights, get the halls hyped wall to wall with a squad of hoes And all of this A life of pantyhoes, expansive heights, patios and random fights Yo my boys got cameos Dance in the rain with phantoms- all happy like we back again I could never end it better than the last LP So take a picture actually Let the image help me Remember when it fade, like a dream And I Pass my name, and dash off yo to rap with Demons [Hook]