PACK IT UP Lyrics

I said, I said, I said

I've had enough, we beefin', no sleepin

I'm tweakin', you're geekin', just know that I've had enough

We argue and you don't make sense

I'm sick of your shit, so pack up your stuff

All this lip that I get, it never makes sense

I guess it's that time of the month

I'm sick of your tongue talkin' tough

Don't tell me, don't tell me that I'm not enough

I never needed your love

Solo my demons, I'm tough

When I'm alone in the zone, you know that I'm up

Yeah, yeah, you know that I'm up

Thirty nights in Cyprus, sightseeing the night scene

I liked it and I smoked a blunt

Got on two boats, fucked on two hoes

Saw two castles with moats and I'm buff

Six-speed whip from the sixties

Spinnin' three sixties leavin' you in the dust

I'm not a tourist here, I have connections

Trust me, bebop gets love in the club

I drive a Ford Taurus, it's an SHO

But I still have six Cypriots on my nuts

When PHOENIXX drops and it bops

Nobody but bebop is gettin' a cut

Nobody but bebop is gettin' a cut

I rolled myself a professional blunt

Smokin' this wood and it's white with the runtz

I'm gassin' this bitch cause I do what I want (I do)

I do what I want

I smoke in this bitch cause I do what I want

I'm not really hard, this act is a front

Let's get back to the rappin' so that I can stunt

Jesus kush, that's a Vatican blunt

I'm a dawg and she's actin' a mutt

She jaba to me so I'm sendin' her home all alone

Then I'm runnin' straight back to the hut

I've got the dough, bro, let your hoe know

No one out pizzas the hut

My flow so sharp, it's a no-no to touch

Because that would be leavin' a cut

I had to extend the beat

Because bebop could not rap on this shit just once

Mind my transition, cause I'm on a mission

Two minutes is never enough

It's never enough

Yeah, two minutes is never enough

Mind my transition, cause I'm on a mission

Two minutes, I--

I've had enough

We beefin', no sleepin

I'm tweakin', you're geekin

Just know that I've had enough

We argue and you don't make sense

I'm sick of your shit, so pack up your stuff

All this lip that I get, it never makes sense

I guess it's that time of the month

I'm sick of your tongue talkin' tough

Don't tell me, don't tell me that I'm not enough