Monster Lyrics

L.O.S.T. Nappy Heads

What Up E

Nothin' but my mothafuckin dubs

805 hip-hop, I've got California Love

Cruisin' through the city, Henny pumpin' in my veins

My homey's just as fucked up that's why he's cruisin' both lanes

Swerve into the curb and we just scrape and bring it back

I spill a bottle on my lap and then I laugh and start to rap

Seat leaning back so far I'm almost in the back

We put that shit down in 30 minutes flat

BANG THAT

Ride like we're on spokes but we're on some fuckin' caps

Besides that we're broke, we'll grab a 12 pack of Pabs

All my fuckin' life I worked an honest 9 to 5

Yeah right, piss into the wind until the day I die

They say I'll die alone. Who gives a fuck? I'm down to risk it

I never met a bitch I'd like to sit and shoot the shit with

Since I was born I've been nothing but a misfit

And if the sky's the limit why they cook it in the business

2012 is showing promise and it's just around the way

And Daddy is coming back from Grand Pappy's any day

He's gonna be pissed about the party that we threw

We gotta hide the Jersey Shore, and the nukes and all the brew

HOLY SHIT the ghettos and the starving children too

Hide Kadafi's army with those hookers in my room

Holy Juliani Khan be Bush number 2. Obama bullied by the bayner and will never follow through so...

GET MORE MONEY and GET MORE HOES

Cus getting more is never gonna close nigga rows

I'm going back to Venice with a sign around my neck

I'll save you from the rapture for a pack of cigarettes

I bring hell with me, everywhere that I go

And the cannon that I hold is my ster-e-er-e-o

I've got a bag of blood that I'm giving to the clinics

So the Christians can finally baptize their babies in it

Violent motherfucker, Lost Tribe slays the suburbs

Section 8, raised on toast and butter

Lets give a toast to the slumlord Republican scum bags

Uncle Sam helped my Mother but stole my Dad

America's step child, Daddy says Be all that you can be

Now he's crying on his knees while his economy bleeds

Bodybag those bullies with their own greed

I hope their kids, kids, kids grow up to be JUST LIKE ME

COME ON

Mean, bitter, with a taste for the liquor

Fucked up liver, can't sleep cus I shiver

Limbs trembling, no mixing, fuck the lemon

Yelling "Long Live Lennon!" - On Thanksgiving

Drunk Uncle, tell the truth to the children

If you're not good you'll go to prison

Listen little man, think about your short attention span

Your mind is not a sponge, it's a mother fucking trash can