Sun Doobie
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โฑ๏ธ 3:04 duration
๐ ID: 8312569
๐ Lyrics
"Get more for your money, when you fuck with Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."
[Joell Ortiz]
As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend
We got ears that we each'll lend each other, my brother just hollered at me again
He said he tired of all the lyin, deceivin and
Dick-ridin the people providin on every beat but when
I do it it's stupid, I bruise it like a bad bitch
I lose it, my music's a movement and they just mad stiff
I told 'em it's mathematical in this pad lift
Point 'em out and I will subtract him, with an ad lib
See the fact is (what) I'm a bastard
How can I not be (Macho, Man)? I'm a (Savage)
In the past I was passive, now I'm mad bitch
I'm spazzin, you get an Adidas classic where yo' ass is
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Eh-eh, eh-eh, Nickel ain't the one at all
Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall
You a knife at a gun fight, our shit is raw
You a square, you're silverware in a civil war
The Slaughterhouse wolf pack, riders under the moon
The reason you itchin wit'cha lighter under your spoon
I'm a lover, the lead bustin is old to me
You put your head in her butt, I headbutt the ovaries
God dipped me in war paint for all weathers
I'm Mr. spill the liquor on my alcohol tether
No need to ride with nobody, I feel the heat can help me
Your jean's skinnier than Em is when he eatin healthy, hahaha
[Chorus]
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, Shaaady!
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
{"Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."}
[Joe Budden]
Outnumbered, outspoken, outcasted
Outweighed outrageous odds and outlasted
Outlandish, so I learned to outwit 'em
I outsmart 'em, outgrew 'em, I outdid 'em
Cream, out-bid 'em, team can't out-spit him
(You could) Keep sleepin, your wet dream is out with him
(See) Do a lil' yoga, a lil' kama sutra
Steakhouse nigga, used to be a Ramen Noodler
Heavy on B and E's, was a calm intruder
Pumped a Ruger, moms called me con and loser
I suggest you and your mans'll regroup (why?)
Bet against it, and probably can't recoup - out!
[Crooked I]
I point a pistol at your mamma mia
I'm sick as Tyson in the ring at the Colosseum with gonorrhea
Fuck a rapper, my clapper black as Muhammadiya
Fuck you R&B bitches, shut up! You not Aaliyah
(Ha ha!) When Mr. Porter record a piano
Producers may wanna order some ammo
I'm a California corner reporter
Your boy wasn't born with a quarter bein poor as a whore and I'm an aura
It's sorta Soprano; look here
We reinvent the wheel to have a (Good Year) - and y'all tired
We like Tyler Perry mixed with Everlast
The House of Payne/Pain, Slaughterhouse gang nigga!
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz]
As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend
We got ears that we each'll lend each other, my brother just hollered at me again
He said he tired of all the lyin, deceivin and
Dick-ridin the people providin on every beat but when
I do it it's stupid, I bruise it like a bad bitch
I lose it, my music's a movement and they just mad stiff
I told 'em it's mathematical in this pad lift
Point 'em out and I will subtract him, with an ad lib
See the fact is (what) I'm a bastard
How can I not be (Macho, Man)? I'm a (Savage)
In the past I was passive, now I'm mad bitch
I'm spazzin, you get an Adidas classic where yo' ass is
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Eh-eh, eh-eh, Nickel ain't the one at all
Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall
You a knife at a gun fight, our shit is raw
You a square, you're silverware in a civil war
The Slaughterhouse wolf pack, riders under the moon
The reason you itchin wit'cha lighter under your spoon
I'm a lover, the lead bustin is old to me
You put your head in her butt, I headbutt the ovaries
God dipped me in war paint for all weathers
I'm Mr. spill the liquor on my alcohol tether
No need to ride with nobody, I feel the heat can help me
Your jean's skinnier than Em is when he eatin healthy, hahaha
[Chorus]
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, Shaaady!
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
{"Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."}
[Joe Budden]
Outnumbered, outspoken, outcasted
Outweighed outrageous odds and outlasted
Outlandish, so I learned to outwit 'em
I outsmart 'em, outgrew 'em, I outdid 'em
Cream, out-bid 'em, team can't out-spit him
(You could) Keep sleepin, your wet dream is out with him
(See) Do a lil' yoga, a lil' kama sutra
Steakhouse nigga, used to be a Ramen Noodler
Heavy on B and E's, was a calm intruder
Pumped a Ruger, moms called me con and loser
I suggest you and your mans'll regroup (why?)
Bet against it, and probably can't recoup - out!
[Crooked I]
I point a pistol at your mamma mia
I'm sick as Tyson in the ring at the Colosseum with gonorrhea
Fuck a rapper, my clapper black as Muhammadiya
Fuck you R&B bitches, shut up! You not Aaliyah
(Ha ha!) When Mr. Porter record a piano
Producers may wanna order some ammo
I'm a California corner reporter
Your boy wasn't born with a quarter bein poor as a whore and I'm an aura
It's sorta Soprano; look here
We reinvent the wheel to have a (Good Year) - and y'all tired
We like Tyler Perry mixed with Everlast
The House of Payne/Pain, Slaughterhouse gang nigga!
[Chorus]
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.33] "Get more for your money, when you fuck with Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."
[00:08.36] [Joell Ortiz]
[00:15.36] As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend
[00:16.39] We got ears that we each'll lend each other, my brother just hollered at me again
[00:19.22] He said he tired of all the lyin, deceivin and
[00:21.88] Dick-ridin the people providin on every beat but when
[00:24.38] I do it it's stupid, I bruise it like a bad bitch
[00:27.36] I lose it, my music's a movement and they just mad stiff
[00:29.33] I told 'em it's mathematical in this pad lift
[00:31.93] Point 'em out and I will subtract him, with an ad lib
[00:34.54] See the fact is (what) I'm a bastard
[00:37.47] How can I not be (Macho, Man)? I'm a (Savage)
[00:39.95] In the past I was passive, now I'm mad bitch
[00:42.79] I'm spazzin, you get an Adidas classic where yo' ass is
[00:45.08] [Royce Da 5'9"]
[00:45.93] Eh-eh, eh-eh, Nickel ain't the one at all
[00:47.86] Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall
[00:49.80] You a knife at a gun fight, our shit is raw
[00:53.17] You a square, you're silverware in a civil war
[00:55.48] The Slaughterhouse wolf pack, riders under the moon
[00:58.21] The reason you itchin wit'cha lighter under your spoon
[01:00.97] I'm a lover, the lead bustin is old to me
[01:03.30] You put your head in her butt, I headbutt the ovaries
[01:05.95] God dipped me in war paint for all weathers
[01:08.64] I'm Mr. spill the liquor on my alcohol tether
[01:11.26] No need to ride with nobody, I feel the heat can help me
[01:13.77] Your jean's skinnier than Em is when he eatin healthy, hahaha
[01:16.38] [Chorus]
[01:16.84] WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
[01:18.87] WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, Shaaady!
[01:25.77] WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
[01:26.38] WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
[01:35.23] {"Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."}
[01:37.73] [Joe Budden]
[01:38.18] Outnumbered, outspoken, outcasted
[01:39.86] Outweighed outrageous odds and outlasted
[01:42.12] Outlandish, so I learned to outwit 'em
[01:44.97] I outsmart 'em, outgrew 'em, I outdid 'em
[01:47.42] Cream, out-bid 'em, team can't out-spit him
[01:50.16] (You could) Keep sleepin, your wet dream is out with him
[01:52.60] (See) Do a lil' yoga, a lil' kama sutra
[01:54.97] Steakhouse nigga, used to be a Ramen Noodler
[01:57.43] Heavy on B and E's, was a calm intruder
[02:00.06] Pumped a Ruger, moms called me con and loser
[02:02.66] I suggest you and your mans'll regroup (why?)
[02:05.41] Bet against it, and probably can't recoup - out!
[02:07.79] [Crooked I]
[02:08.33] I point a pistol at your mamma mia
[02:10.12] I'm sick as Tyson in the ring at the Colosseum with gonorrhea
[02:13.47] Fuck a rapper, my clapper black as Muhammadiya
[02:16.12] Fuck you R&B bitches, shut up! You not Aaliyah
[02:18.63] (Ha ha!) When Mr. Porter record a piano
[02:21.24] Producers may wanna order some ammo
[02:23.43] I'm a California corner reporter
[02:26.00] Your boy wasn't born with a quarter bein poor as a whore and I'm an aura
[02:27.79] It's sorta Soprano; look here
[02:33.79] We reinvent the wheel to have a (Good Year) - and y'all tired
[02:36.16] We like Tyler Perry mixed with Everlast
[02:37.56] The House of Payne/Pain, Slaughterhouse gang nigga!
[02:39.93] [Chorus]
[03:00.24]
[00:08.36] [Joell Ortiz]
[00:15.36] As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend
[00:16.39] We got ears that we each'll lend each other, my brother just hollered at me again
[00:19.22] He said he tired of all the lyin, deceivin and
[00:21.88] Dick-ridin the people providin on every beat but when
[00:24.38] I do it it's stupid, I bruise it like a bad bitch
[00:27.36] I lose it, my music's a movement and they just mad stiff
[00:29.33] I told 'em it's mathematical in this pad lift
[00:31.93] Point 'em out and I will subtract him, with an ad lib
[00:34.54] See the fact is (what) I'm a bastard
[00:37.47] How can I not be (Macho, Man)? I'm a (Savage)
[00:39.95] In the past I was passive, now I'm mad bitch
[00:42.79] I'm spazzin, you get an Adidas classic where yo' ass is
[00:45.08] [Royce Da 5'9"]
[00:45.93] Eh-eh, eh-eh, Nickel ain't the one at all
[00:47.86] Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall
[00:49.80] You a knife at a gun fight, our shit is raw
[00:53.17] You a square, you're silverware in a civil war
[00:55.48] The Slaughterhouse wolf pack, riders under the moon
[00:58.21] The reason you itchin wit'cha lighter under your spoon
[01:00.97] I'm a lover, the lead bustin is old to me
[01:03.30] You put your head in her butt, I headbutt the ovaries
[01:05.95] God dipped me in war paint for all weathers
[01:08.64] I'm Mr. spill the liquor on my alcohol tether
[01:11.26] No need to ride with nobody, I feel the heat can help me
[01:13.77] Your jean's skinnier than Em is when he eatin healthy, hahaha
[01:16.38] [Chorus]
[01:16.84] WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
[01:18.87] WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, Shaaady!
[01:25.77] WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
[01:26.38] WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
[01:35.23] {"Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."}
[01:37.73] [Joe Budden]
[01:38.18] Outnumbered, outspoken, outcasted
[01:39.86] Outweighed outrageous odds and outlasted
[01:42.12] Outlandish, so I learned to outwit 'em
[01:44.97] I outsmart 'em, outgrew 'em, I outdid 'em
[01:47.42] Cream, out-bid 'em, team can't out-spit him
[01:50.16] (You could) Keep sleepin, your wet dream is out with him
[01:52.60] (See) Do a lil' yoga, a lil' kama sutra
[01:54.97] Steakhouse nigga, used to be a Ramen Noodler
[01:57.43] Heavy on B and E's, was a calm intruder
[02:00.06] Pumped a Ruger, moms called me con and loser
[02:02.66] I suggest you and your mans'll regroup (why?)
[02:05.41] Bet against it, and probably can't recoup - out!
[02:07.79] [Crooked I]
[02:08.33] I point a pistol at your mamma mia
[02:10.12] I'm sick as Tyson in the ring at the Colosseum with gonorrhea
[02:13.47] Fuck a rapper, my clapper black as Muhammadiya
[02:16.12] Fuck you R&B bitches, shut up! You not Aaliyah
[02:18.63] (Ha ha!) When Mr. Porter record a piano
[02:21.24] Producers may wanna order some ammo
[02:23.43] I'm a California corner reporter
[02:26.00] Your boy wasn't born with a quarter bein poor as a whore and I'm an aura
[02:27.79] It's sorta Soprano; look here
[02:33.79] We reinvent the wheel to have a (Good Year) - and y'all tired
[02:36.16] We like Tyler Perry mixed with Everlast
[02:37.56] The House of Payne/Pain, Slaughterhouse gang nigga!
[02:39.93] [Chorus]
[03:00.24]