Open House

(álbum: Fear And Loathing In New Orleans - 2008)

I only got one good ear on this thing

My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360
Hot Spitta visionary from the Crescent City
Wallabee Clarks blowing cream crispy
Shout out to Tony Starks, you influenced me immensely
Niggas tried to rob me out my place in history
That's why it's meant for me to put these mini-me's out of their misery
Barking Mindy, Nikes, BMX bikes
Grown child, big kid, this is my life
I went left and it seems that decision was right
'Cause my buzz so loud you can hear it in your sleep at night
Uh, it ain't even been a month yet
Motherfucking niggas is back J-E-Ts
Curren$y Da Hot Spitta spread love every four weeks
Still hotter than poppa bear's porridge
Still got the 63' drop top in storage
I'mma pull it out when the weather gets gorgeous
And smoke out with the pedal to the floor on it
Niggas throwing salt, I'm ignoring it
Hot Spitta standing in his own dookie, he is on his shit

Yeah, yeah
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
Yeah, uh
And I almost forgot
My name is in the streets
And my name is my name
Yeah