lirik lagu lasto - 34th or 42nd
[verse one]
inebriated off the weed sh-t
got it on lock and the key stick
i ain’t never been in no cast for
trippin off none of you wack hoes
it’s lasto — so gag ho
body was made by bowflex
i’m the best and a boat is wet
that’s obvious type “duh” sh-t
i’m the showstopper, show stop, none of them n-ggas wanna go next
got no flops, just four pots on four burners i’m so hot
spherical — round of applause for my weary toes
got weary toes cuz i run sh-t
gon do sh-t, done done sh-t
saint louis i claim that
some n-ggas where i came from
would rather i didn’t claim that
but i’m not from they part
i’m face to face with onslaught
well on guard til i’m on off
tell these muh-f-ckas how i do (it’s poppin)
[hook]
truth be told
i might not be
who they was rootin for
who they would like to see
but where my work’s concerned
baby that work is done
tell these m-th-f-ckas what i do
i get it poppin
it’s poppin (x3): 34th or 42nd
it’s poppin (x3): like 34th or 42nd
it’s poppin (x3): 34th or 42nd
tell these m-th-f-ckas what i do
[verse two]
won’t even think it out
four letter words… right out my kinky mouth
oh i’m not they cup of nestea – well they jet li: expendable
karate chop
like molly’s popped, like molly’s popped
flow on drugs like molly’s popped
and these n-ggas need work in a body shop
decepticons, not autobots: transformed
n-gga hot – touch me and your hand’s warm
wherever i stand – that man lower
land or sea – that’s man lower
my sh-t like hand to hand maneuver
toss and flip that man over
pine box: my career
six feet deep in a sandlot
but my foot been up they -ss so long got brown shoes; got tan sox
sub tweets, makin’ songs…
when will all my stans stop?
sir stan-a-lot; stan for me
trying to get a penny off who?
ya’ll n-ggas chose the harder way
ya’ll name should be anfernee
don’t need no hateration no holleration in that dance’ree
if you want; come dance with me
get embarr-ssed so ya fans can see
tell these m-th-f-ckas what i do (it’s poppin)
[hook]
verse three:
money in the pocket!
shop for my suits
c-ck then i shoot
fakin alla that gangsta sh-t
i front if i want
hop up off my thang or d-ck
mispr-nounce my name and sh-t
its lasto not offence
ya’ll stuck on stupid; ya’ll toes stick
been up off that ho sh-t
but ya’ll suck; i swallow
i’ll swallow up this whole sh-t
ozone — who got more holes is it your story and sh-t?
or is it ozone b-tch?
my money’s on your sh-t
t-shirt and these jeans it is not fashion week but they ask for me like last, at last, amen, let the pastor speak
that’s blas-phemy
but i got on this here graphic tee
it say i don’t give a f-ck
keeps them boys from asking me
got themselves a ged in making them lil mp3s
i got a degree, doctorate: a phd
in here poppin sh-t
play, rewind, then replay me
tell these muhf-ckas how i do
[hook]
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