Chuck Ds by EBONY TUSKS Lyrics
[Intro]
Curtis Jackson to Kurtis Vonnegut
Paramedics' response to impairment born of intoxicants
[Verse 1]
Curtis Jackson to Kurtis Vonnegut
Paramedics' response to impairment born of intoxicants
A lack of oxygen, huffin' smog through cartons of lozenges
Fresh up off the mountain and slaloming toward apocalypse
Move thick like a crew of Somali occupants
Staring directly at you through looted sets of binoculars
Keep ignoring it then be forced to acknowledge it
Noddin' off to a shark with a jaw full of overconfidence, huh?
[Chorus]
My whole team doin' numbers
My homeboys slow creep on the come up
All day, chuck Ds on the corner
You did it, I done it, you got it, I want it, I want it
My whole team 'bout to bubble
My homeboys chuck Ds on the corner
All day, slow creep on the come up
You did it, I done it, you got it, I want it, I want it
[Verse 2]
Wooden Jesus piece and crosses tatted on the fingers
Old Poor Righteous Teachers posters and low top Adidas
It's nothin' casual about this underground completist
Das EFX's "Hold It Down" a dozen times repeated
Often blunted, bumper crops that burst his tortured lungs
Sip of elixir set a fire to his spoken tongue
He stunk of privilege, arrival of a fortuned son
But what he wouldn't give or compromise to be the chosen one
To have been born within a world from which you could evolve
And to have seen a glimpse beyond these four polluted walls
And to demand a man his concert proving you belong
Bandying about a stack of dollars you've been groomed to flaunt?
You wanna gamble with them bulls? Well, you can roll the dice
We'll serve a matador his portion with a fork and knife
Siphon off of skin and bones as if you hold the right?
Believe me when I say that it appears you can't afford the price
[Chorus]
My whole team doin' numbers
My homeboys slow creep on the come up
All day, chuck Ds on the corner
You did it, I done it, you got it, I want it, I want it
My whole team 'bout to bubble
My homeboys chuck Ds on the corner
All day, slow creep on the come up
You did it, I done it, you got it, I want it, I want it
[Outro]
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want it
Curtis Jackson to Kurtis Vonnegut
Paramedics' response to impairment born of intoxicants
[Verse 1]
Curtis Jackson to Kurtis Vonnegut
Paramedics' response to impairment born of intoxicants
A lack of oxygen, huffin' smog through cartons of lozenges
Fresh up off the mountain and slaloming toward apocalypse
Move thick like a crew of Somali occupants
Staring directly at you through looted sets of binoculars
Keep ignoring it then be forced to acknowledge it
Noddin' off to a shark with a jaw full of overconfidence, huh?
[Chorus]
My whole team doin' numbers
My homeboys slow creep on the come up
All day, chuck Ds on the corner
You did it, I done it, you got it, I want it, I want it
My whole team 'bout to bubble
My homeboys chuck Ds on the corner
All day, slow creep on the come up
You did it, I done it, you got it, I want it, I want it
[Verse 2]
Wooden Jesus piece and crosses tatted on the fingers
Old Poor Righteous Teachers posters and low top Adidas
It's nothin' casual about this underground completist
Das EFX's "Hold It Down" a dozen times repeated
Often blunted, bumper crops that burst his tortured lungs
Sip of elixir set a fire to his spoken tongue
He stunk of privilege, arrival of a fortuned son
But what he wouldn't give or compromise to be the chosen one
To have been born within a world from which you could evolve
And to have seen a glimpse beyond these four polluted walls
And to demand a man his concert proving you belong
Bandying about a stack of dollars you've been groomed to flaunt?
You wanna gamble with them bulls? Well, you can roll the dice
We'll serve a matador his portion with a fork and knife
Siphon off of skin and bones as if you hold the right?
Believe me when I say that it appears you can't afford the price
[Chorus]
My whole team doin' numbers
My homeboys slow creep on the come up
All day, chuck Ds on the corner
You did it, I done it, you got it, I want it, I want it
My whole team 'bout to bubble
My homeboys chuck Ds on the corner
All day, slow creep on the come up
You did it, I done it, you got it, I want it, I want it
[Outro]
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want it