Slaughterhouse - Sun Doobie Lyrics
"Get more for your money, when you ***** with Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."[Joell Ortiz]As long as I got my pen I don't need a friendWe got ears that we each'll lend each other, my brother just hollered at me againHe said he tired of all the lyin, deceivin and dick-ridin the people providin on every beat but whenI do it it's stupid, I bruise it like a bad *****I lose it, my music's a movement and they just mad stiffI told 'em it's mathematical in this pad liftPoint 'em out and I will subtract him, with an ad libSee the fact is (what) I'm a bastardHow can I not be (Macho, Man)? I'm a (Savage)In the past I was passive, now I'm mad *****I'm spazzin, you get an Adidas classic where yo' ass is[Royce Da 5'9"]Eh-eh, eh-eh, Nickel ain't the one at allSnatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wallYou a knife at a gun fight, our shit is rawYou a square, you're silverware in a civil warThe Slaughterhouse wolf pack, riders under the moonThe reason you itchin wit'cha lighter under your spoonI'm a lover, the lead bustin is old to meYou put your head in her butt, I headbutt the ovariesGod dipped me in war paint for all weathersI'm Mr. spill the liquor on my alcohol tetherNo need to ride with nobody, I feel the heat can help meYour jean's skinnier than Em is when he eatin healthy, hahaha[Chorus]WHOA, WHOA, WHOAWHOA, WHOA, WHOA, Shaaady!WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOAWHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA{"Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."}[Joe Budden]Outnumbered, outspoken, outcastedOutweighed outrageous odds and outlastedOutlandish, so I learned to outwit 'emI outsmart 'em, outgrew 'em, I outdid 'emCream, out-bid 'em, team can't out-spit him(You could) Keep sleepin, your wet dream is out with him(See) Do a lil' yoga, a lil' kama sutraSteakhouse nigga, used to be a Ramen NoodlerHeavy on B and E's, was a calm intruderPumped a Ruger, moms called me con and loserI suggest you and your mans'll regroup (why?)Bet against it, and probably can't recoup - out![Crooked I]I point a pistol at your mamma miaI'm sick as Tyson in the ring at the Colosseum with gonorrhea***** a rapper, my clapper black as Muhammadiya***** you R&B *****es, shut up! You not Aaliyah(Ha ha!) When Mr. Porter record a pianoProducers may wanna order some ammoI'm a California corner reporterYour boy wasn't born with a quarter bein poor as a whore and I'm an auraIt's sorta Soprano; look hereWe reinvent the wheel to have a (Good Year) - and y'all tiredWe like Tyler Perry mixed with EverlastThe House of Payne/Pain, Slaughterhouse gang nigga![Chorus]
