Blue Suedes Lyrics

Smashed lights,

Elevator cautioned off with the tape

Forensic jake, older gentleman

Say he never saw the face

Take the staircase watch

Females liquidate in lil' flocks

Fiends fall asleep on a box

Nickel plated glocks, coulda swore

He heard 8 shots, 4 shells on the floor

Uuh, on second thought, I was at the store

Bought a new chessboard

Who it for? My nephew

One more question to address you

Notify the family, three in the morning

Cruising for the eye candy

Have a coffee with Brandy

Spam sandwich on the go come in handy

Robax platinums, blowing smoke in the camry

Trojan lamb skin bag in the back seat

Slow motion tracks for the laboratory

Main bitch on the jack, baby don't hafta worry

I'll be back round 4:30

Only if the war end early, her friend

Shirley got the groupie sores again it's dirty

Two tone chain, blowy shirt

Grey poupon stain on my blue suedes

That shit hurt, Tweat patches,

gave my adidas classics to albert

He old he can't afford'em

I feel sorry for him

Steel magnolias in the console for the informants

Colf forties for my horseman, it's Ollie Nicolas

Cop the jordans for the shorties at the orphanage

For Christmas, anything more?

Stay out my business

Do a breakfast, egg benedict

Fruit salad, soup and a french breadstick

Gave Benjamin a ride to his apprentices

He was walkin I was driving by the benches

And I stopped him, time is precious

He left me with a dime from the chemist

Rhyme specialist, Indian women outside

Selling necklaces, moccasins was expensive

Droppin' 95 soft skins, they had'em in fox hide

At the dry cleaners I was high when I walked in

Seen the dude from the sweatbox

last night that was talking with Lynn

At the machine with his wallet, cash deposit

Caught a flash of his PIN

And he always been a bastard

Now he on the crack so I ask em

Yo yo, whats that in ya hand thats the bad one

Whats the master plan, didn't have one

He wasn't a man son, his lips was leakin'

Tippin' off policeman in whips with no beacon

He was like Oh shit! My nose is bleedin'

Started the car, sparked a cigar

Got the guard dogs barking

at me from the spare part yard

Called home cause I was hard

Either I get it or she gimme back the credit cards

Hang up the phone, she a fraud

How you gone act like that in the castle of the god

You just an animal broad

Yo it's Ollie Axelrod, the man with the cattle prod

Straddlin with no saddle

She got the vaginal swabbed