ShityBoyz...

Verse 1: Humberto Bento
Call me your highness.
Got a lotta heart, nothing like triple-bypass.
Drive slow homie like a tightass.
Bendin' bitches over with the tightass.
My man Busta in the tight pants rollin' fly joints.
Kavi faded out on the green couch.
Been faded out on that greed couch.
Leanin' lower than a deep slouch.
Rollin' weed. Bagels N Lox, ain't talkin' bout Sheek Louch.
Nintendo dick, gettin' my D S'd.
She lovin' it, goin' to the drive-thru.
Summer in the trees, said summer in the trees.
Where we at? You know livin' Summer blowin' trees.
Drunk off the high seas, drinkin' from the ocean.
Pump fake the defense, scored like I'm Kobe.
Got beef? Mine's Kobe, don't you know me?
Bento in the buildannnnn...

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On and on and on and on and on and on and on...
On and on and on and on and on and on and on...

Verse 2: Bustin Fabulous
We all ingrained in the same culture.
Dwyane Wade we're the flame thrower.
It ain't a thing how we blaze douja.
Make a face, call it Cordell.
Raw as hell when I Rahzel, boombox.
Live a long tale chillin' on a lawn chair.
Life's swell sippin on a Long Trail.
Dog days are over like MySpace.
Shine like the light on a firefly on the daily.
All pattern on the pavement.
Paisley, Polka Dot, caking, pastries, bakery.
Feel big ain't talkin' bout Creatine.
Freedom rings in my inner ear, I can't hear a thing.
Get rocked on my Tina Fey,
entertainment in my lane in between the paint.
Point 'em out all around, head shot 'em off the ground,
no doubt, hold it down till you know the deal...

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Verse 3: Kavi
Go to sleep blazing, gettin' up stoned.
Kinda like a gargoyle sittin' up stoned.
Heather grey tee, 501 jeans, Nike SBs and a zipped down hoodie.
Chillin' bout to blaze got a zip of that oohwee.
The weed so hairy that it looks like Chewee.
Weed so sticky like it's chewy...it's a sticky situation.
If you get the picture paint it.
I hate biters. They see the style and straight jacket like mental patients,
and I don't have the patience,
but I should get the patent.
ShityBoyz. Ice Ages. You're the past tense.
The only time I take an L is when they're passin'.
That's it.

Chorus.