Tamestyle

Who else come out or dumb out Until the weedsack’s attract run out And jump out of vehicles still in gear With a beer sticking my tongue out Cap backwards at rappers Nowhere half this hyphy I blaze skady with ladies whose baby daddies don’t like me So if that bitch you love can’t get you drugs Upgrade, later, remember and tell her that the Tame has sent ya Gassed up like a Sentra, popping up like a Civic Tames lane says, “Do not enter” So remember not to get in it That’s a five point ninety-three dollar ticket Your life is wasted so license and registration Just sign here and start making payments Or get your shit suspended, that’s without the animation I’m all about having patience but fuck public transportation I use a buspass for a quarter, stash of pure from a transfer About a gram or two, no question no answer I fell in love with selling drugs so I stayed hugging the block Ducking the cops in Jersey early If fiends want it or not, I’ll be at the spot Grinding like a drunk uncle at a wedding Forget me, ain’t nothing to it but do it About three or four consecutive producers (Excuse me) Meant to say exclusives told me how fresh it is to have subliminal messages Instead of sedatives I was like (yeah yeah i bet it is) But basically let it live, my role model sold whole bottles I rep to death, cleaning the slate like an Etch A Sketch I create with effects taking it there Checking my fresh, I’m impressed I made it this far Wait behind you Bustas like my name was Spliff Star My shit is hardcore to floor Expected more then I get my credit for with metaphors Subtle scores on lock like metal doors You seen my dance and peed your pants You trying to do the moves but you too flatfooted like Puma shoes I’m agile where the shit is fragile I had you, I’mma rep, I’ve been winning since the beginning With women trying to check, I’m suitably cute I’m physically hung, I’m facially fly I’m international pimping across the racial divide Cause I decide who ought to be more this side of the Earth Providing the verse making doctors and the nurse work for merch I’m selling shirts twenty dollars a pop And pocket change for Tame is to purchase dirty herbal’s of pot This old whack bitch called me an addict Saying my habits disturbed her so I distracted her Bent her over backwards and started working her I’ll be on the passenger side of Acuras With black actresses rolling by top down blowing la in the sky Know when I’m high, gotta duck down and turn the music up Doing too much, start up every day with some haze and a Dutch Little mamma puff but her rolling game is a cluster fuck I roll it for her, hold it towards her, let her take a puff, ash it, pass it, blast it Playing no Jersey bastard or acid tab vocab Parallel universe phat shit, this is that shit Rap shit, play it backwards ~~or~~ forwards or towards The final destination, I’m from the club sensation’s Generation dating myself, hating myself with medication For a bag of that shit, lets get back to this shit