Bishop Lamont - Lunch Time Lyrics
Yes, we bout to take it back to highschoolBeing on the nice tabletops, bishop and nice foodCooler than i sip a nice classic or when I play poolDomino fat scraps blowing up like fatty coopSipping out broken, ain’t no picture playing violinHigher man, something that i spit like a firemanI am what I am, like popeye innovecentMan hot damn, you’re not flier higher thanYours truly, unruly, can’t move meYou moolie, you stooly,I’ll kidnap your cutie, take her backTo my flat and make a porno movieBust a nut on her back and let it trickle down her bootyLike nuts and shoes, sluts gonna chooseThat pimp with a limp in them crispy white shoesAirforce, full force , that’s what I’m aboutSo don’t try to kid playboy, get knocked the ***** outIt’s lunch time, beat on the tablesWe don’t have to rewindSmashing us tickets then we’re cut in the lineBefore time is up, put down your booksAnd bust your rhymeIt’s lunch time, beat on the tablesWe don’t have to rewindSmashing us tickets then we’re cut in the lineBefore time is up, put down your booksAnd bust your rhymeI’m definitely in the house, you know?Most definitely, I flow slow so effortlesslyI’m so low, but who know go second like meMy whole record is gree, I’m on record indeedThe whole west is with me niggaWhat you mean, like you ain’t *****ing with o consecutive streetGo and collect you degree, I’m throwing records for G’sA hundred G’s I breathe for 40 seconds and leaveYeah, I’m hit to backburn gameThat’s why I play the corner like path certain, yeahBishop Lamont in war in G, war with meNiggas get caught, the shit that you drop is boring meI figured you flop, the minute the plotIs finished, I pin it and stopOff the rocks, unorthodox, until the coffin locksYeah, often job for the loveBecause I ain’t off the blockIt’s lunch time, beat on the tablesWe don’t have to rewindSmashing us tickets then we’re cut in the lineBefore time is up, put down your booksAnd bust your rhymeIt’s lunch time, beat on the tablesWe don’t have to rewindSmashing us tickets then we’re cut in the lineBefore time is up, put down your booksAnd bust your rhyme
