Atmosphere - The Stick Up (feat. Eyedea) Lyrics
(SLUG)Ho's and tramps, *****s and sluts*****es, scams, tits, butts*****es be creamin for this 8-inch demonAnd when you hear me screamin I'm about to free the semenWipe myself off on ya couch coverIf she talks any trash I'll flash my boxcutter'cuz I'm rougher than any pimp ya had in ya life, hoI talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifleKill that bullshit, cuz if baby gets spitefulI'm lacin her liquor with some piss and some lysolRollin a shit brown Lincoln eatin a stickybunSpot-check the flock, PIG ONE is gonna give me someCuz I'm a freak, I like the girls with tatoosYo I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru!I'll take em two at a time, make em both say my nameAin't ever had three, but best believe that I'm game!and that's the key, gamegirl, I fit words like Scrabblethe inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattleCruisin lakestreet, gene-pool ridin shotgunGot the flyest trickies from the Mississippi to BostonI got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm,the door's always open honey, come outta the stormYo I got daddys' little girls, ones that always stay truegot an uptown girl, she dyes her pubic hair blueand I got a ***** that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavorshe travels on business, I'm gettin down with her neighborsI got a freak, drives a bus, shows me love with the free ridesa hundred hos in Saint Paul, but only one from eastsideGot a Bloomington ***** with a pool at her appartmentrugburns all over from *****in her on the carpetgotta make em all hos make em all work the food courtYo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of NewportsGot stripper *****es, body jewels and fake tittiesgot a ho that lives in Argo for when I escape the cityBut my favorite one outta all of em is your girlI sway the tongue, never once have I been forcefulShe lays it on like it's a job that she lovesYo whose lips are these? the response is always Slug'sThe Richfield *****es freak the lip gloss and hairsprayAnd downtown women that like to ***** on the staircasenorthside chicks, southside chicks, suburban chicksLove to open married women up to the perverted mix!Disturbin your relationship, excuse my moralsI work it with the way I trick em out, silly mortalsThe words I kick, the sport I play, know what to saywhen Im sittin at this buffet with all these tasty morsels?!But my favorite one outta all of em is your girlI sway the tongue, never once have I been forcefulShe lays it on like it's a job that she lovesYo whose lips are these? the response is always Slug'sCruisin down the street in my baby's mom's caprisFebuary, got the windows cracked, wearin a fleecehit the bus depot, yo bu, you kinda cutegive me nine and a half weeksand I'll have that freak [sniffin tude?]distribute income across the rotten fruited plainI know it's hard bein young girl let me soothe the painI understand you baby, straight up I understandNow lift up your ass so I can pull these *****in pants downThe only ones I don't do is those under 18or at least I keep that shit a secret if you know what I meanI got sluts that love to give head, and I love to watchthe way they move they heads up and down my. . .
