Cum Quick

Текст песни Plastic Little - Cum Quick

Miller Time Lyrics(Jayson)
Yeah. Yeah, Hello
My new bikes a piece of shit
My second one got hit
My first one got stolen
While I was on some party shit
I have a job with empty pockets
So it's time to find a new
I type up the hyped up resume
Then I lie on every line except for two
What's my name And address
What are my life goals?
I want to write on walls
Without being harassed
By the po-po, Five-0, or fuzz
And I want a woman who says YES!
And when she says YES!
She mеans "YES!"
But this "YES!" Doesn't necessarily pеrtain to sex
But sex is fresh, in the end
When it's all done and said
I want another body next to me
When I go to bed
But my bed needs a room
So a nigga needs rent
I sit and contemplate
The many methods to get it
So what should I do with my time?
Get another fucked up
Nine to Five
That yes ma'am, the yes Sir
The be polite (Nope)
That punch in, the punch out
The be on time (Nope)
Nah. fuck that, not me
I got some talent
Boy, I can make words rhyme like
"Violent" and "Valentine's Day"
Yes I'm great
So to the folks at Phillip Morris
This song is my resume
I'll rap to sell some cigarettes
I'll rap to sell some Nicorette
I'll rap about Iverson
Dribbling a basketball
I'll rap and sell crack
I'll rap and start a race war, dog
If there's money in that
Yo, Yo, I'll rap, I'll rap, I'll rap, I'll rap, I'll rap
But first I'm gonna drink sum Sprite Remix
(Chorus)
I can sell your Michelob
He can sell your cell phone
Rap about minute plans
Nights and weekends
Put us on your TV
Yo we got credibility
All of our teeth
Plus we're not too menacing
I can sell your Michelob
He can sell your cell phone
Rap about minute plans
Nights and weekends
Put us on your TV
Yo we got credibility
Even though we're black
We're not too menacing

(Kurt)
It's Miller time bitches........
I sit on twenty-two inch Firestones
Get stitches
And get pissed
When my Nokia cell phone glitches
Yet, my Aiwa walkman works
So I Air Walk to work
With my GT cycle sidelined
It hurts
As I travel and munch
Rap Snacks Lipton Iced tea
Mister G Chips
And Carefree blown bubbles
Smack off my Chapstick lips
Si yo compro Blockbuster videos
Off my ISP
And my Visa card APR stay under three
Now watch me
As I Rite Aid Frogger your ATM
Stop me
Midas Nestea Cool Brisk
Let me fight like
Adrienne!
By that I mean Rocky
(Chorus)
Now I can sell your Michelob
He can sell your cell phone
Rap about minute plans
Nights and weekends
Put us on your TV
Yo we got credibility
All of our teeth
Plus we're not too menacing
I can sell your Michelob
Kurt can sell your cell phone
Rap about minute plans
Nights and weekends
Put us on your TV
Yo we got credibility
Even though we're black
We're not too menacing

(Jayson)
I keep a monkey in my pocket (Yes)
I call him Mr. Rockets (Yes)
Give him any microphone (Yes)
And Mr. Rockets rocks it
And Mr. Rockets rocks a Roc-a-Wear jogging suit (Oh shit)
He's such a good emcee
He stays with much loot
So for three beans
He agreed to teach me
In three easy steps how to emcee
Step One: Have fun
Make sure to keep it Krunk
Step Two: Get drunk
But not too much
'Cause you wanna
Step Three: Move your body to the beat
These people paid to see you speak
But if you move your feet your words will have more gravity
Take it from a monkey
Looking like a dummy goes a long way
Get you paid
Get you laid
Get your name sayed on TV
And that's great
But if how come
Plastic Little films a video
No hoes show up
I pay Kurt's momma to booty dance (Sorry dog)
And the makes me wanna throw up
My mothers on the phone
Saying "Jayson, please grow up."
My brother's on the phone
Saying "Jay, you gotsta grow up."
Just give me more time and Plastic Little will blow up
But that's just my dream
And dreams they often fizzle
Big up my man Sizzle
And my niggas from Spring Vizzle
I'm PackofRats
I'm rhyming clear like a crystal
Yes I'm topical
But I'm still smarter than you black scientist rapping nigga martyrs
Talkin' 'bout Egypt, god?
I don't buy that
I don't buy your headwrap either
'Cause your last name is Africa
Why not just live there?
Cheap airfare on price-line
Dot com
Yes, I'm on!
Another thang sooold!
Hip-Hop and PackofRats go together
Like PackofRats and fake gold
Or false charm
Or PackofRats and your marm
I drop bombs bitch
I drop bombs
And if you bring a forty bottle to battle me
I'll just punch you in your face then do the Harlem Shake
Shake shake shake shake shake shake
(Chorus)
I can sell your Michelob
He can sell your cell phone
Rap about minute plans
Nights and weekends
Put us on your TV
Yo we got credibility
All of our teeth
Plus we're not too menacing
I can sell your Michelob
Kurt can sell your cell phone
Rap about minute plans
Nights and weekends
Put us on your TV
Yo we got credibility
Even though we're black
We're not too menacing

(Outro)
I can sell your Michelob
He can sell your cell phone
I can sell your Michelob
He can sell your cell phone
I can sell your Michelob
He can sell your cell phone
Yo we're not too menacing