The Lab

[Intro]
Kasher Quon
Let's go (Aw yeah, Chris)
What time is it right now? It's 8:31
I'm in a hip-hop lab
75 dollar eighthy, one Backwood
250 dollar cup

[Verse]
We pulled up with the blicks out, pulled up to ya bitch house
I'm lookin' for a dirty-ass doctor, I need scripts now
I couldn't find no Wockhardt, I'm lookin' for Tris' now
He used to be a shooter back then, he a bitch now
Used to be a lame-ass nigga, he in a clique now
I'm tired of fuckin' all these different hoes, I need a bitch now
This hoe keep askin' for money, told her "bitch, bow"
Get on yo' motherfuckin' knees and beg now
Already had a Datejust, I want a prez' now
My uncle sell crack for 20 years, he in the feds' now
The last nigga tried to run off ain't got now legs now
And the news just said that that nigga dead now (fuck!)
R.I.P! Fuck that dead-ass nigga, he can rest in peace
If the police pull me over, they arrestin' me
Cuz' I'm ridin' round this bitch hot with 3 felonies
And I got one felony
Paid 1500 for my shoes, them bitches Louis V
I don't wear no Alexander McQueen's
You ain't never see me in those or purple jeans
Only thing you see me with purple is purple lean
I heard you sippin' on green, you a turtle fiend
Goddamn ninja turtle
Got a bitch pregnant on mistake cuz' she was fertile
Karo'ed his juice and fucked him up, somebody burp 'em
My cousin ran off with a band, I hope somebody merk 'em
Leave his bitch-ass face-flat
I paid 60 for a 3.5, you gon' taste that