Clouds. by Big Stick Lyrics
I roll a wood with Obama
I shoot a round for Osama
I’m chillin sippin’ jack and coke in the sauna
I’m gonna bump to Nirvana
I take a trip to Tijuana
Because I’m spiky as the fuck they call me Lil Iguana
They say I’m hella aggressive
But I am not hear to harm ya
If I pull up on you I’ll be with my boys in the Honda
Chillin with my homies and we’re cruising down the backstreets
3AM and you know I’m still running like a track meet
Bitches keep me mothafuckin angry like a Trump tweet
Everything I spit is all lava, fire, all heat
I split with my old bitch cuz she treat me like a piece of meat
Just cop me a new bitch keep it wet I took her to my suite
When I am in relationships bitch imma keep that shit discreet
They said that Big Stick couldn’t spit so watch me hit this shit off beat
You’d never hurt me again, remember that girl you swore
Downed another, took that shit to the core
Bitch I’ve been smokin that good gas till I feel I could soar
So I could get rid of my memories cuz I hate you more
I just wanna move on, I just wanna explore
But turns out that this ain’t a battle, it’s a muhfuggin war
I’ve done a whole lotta drugs, and now I’m broke and I’m poor
Sike nah, I got fuckin bands I’m boutta buy up the store
BIG STICK FINNA PULL UP ON YOU CUZ THAT IS HIS FUCKIN DUTY
I’m not just here for them toes, I’m also here to eat the booty
HE MIGHT TAKE YOU ON A DATE IF HE THINKS THAT YOU ARE A BEAUTY
Maybe we can stay at home and we can make ourselves a movie
I keep my beats booming like it’s underground, railroad
I ain’t boutta hit it if that coochie smell, hell no
This is my world I always say that shit, Elmo
Now it’s time for me to go and wrap it up, velcro
I shoot a round for Osama
I’m chillin sippin’ jack and coke in the sauna
I’m gonna bump to Nirvana
I take a trip to Tijuana
Because I’m spiky as the fuck they call me Lil Iguana
They say I’m hella aggressive
But I am not hear to harm ya
If I pull up on you I’ll be with my boys in the Honda
Chillin with my homies and we’re cruising down the backstreets
3AM and you know I’m still running like a track meet
Bitches keep me mothafuckin angry like a Trump tweet
Everything I spit is all lava, fire, all heat
I split with my old bitch cuz she treat me like a piece of meat
Just cop me a new bitch keep it wet I took her to my suite
When I am in relationships bitch imma keep that shit discreet
They said that Big Stick couldn’t spit so watch me hit this shit off beat
You’d never hurt me again, remember that girl you swore
Downed another, took that shit to the core
Bitch I’ve been smokin that good gas till I feel I could soar
So I could get rid of my memories cuz I hate you more
I just wanna move on, I just wanna explore
But turns out that this ain’t a battle, it’s a muhfuggin war
I’ve done a whole lotta drugs, and now I’m broke and I’m poor
Sike nah, I got fuckin bands I’m boutta buy up the store
BIG STICK FINNA PULL UP ON YOU CUZ THAT IS HIS FUCKIN DUTY
I’m not just here for them toes, I’m also here to eat the booty
HE MIGHT TAKE YOU ON A DATE IF HE THINKS THAT YOU ARE A BEAUTY
Maybe we can stay at home and we can make ourselves a movie
I keep my beats booming like it’s underground, railroad
I ain’t boutta hit it if that coochie smell, hell no
This is my world I always say that shit, Elmo
Now it’s time for me to go and wrap it up, velcro