Morey Boogie Boards

Morey Boogie Board shit off the coast
Sand bars bam Bam

I got the mental of the Bad Lieutenant
We gamble drug money, riverboats, Cadillacs
Talkin' 'bout a prison note
Lemon zest is subtle in the
Fish they call the cuttle
We grew up in the gutter break
Your jaw like a huddle
Morey boogie boards wax the top so we stay on
Wrist strap is pitch black, 360 shades on
I won't stop until the
Wall's got Monet's drawn
The farmland and other animals to graze on
I'm always smoking on the
Potent straight from Oakland
I'm rising like a soufflé
You know you gotta serve it quick
Just dust me off with cheese
Pussy straight from Persia bitch
They'll find your leg in Maine
Your torso out in Jersey snitch
I rock the lenses Caminiti wore
I roll a fifty of the dour to
The neck and take a city tour
Any genre got the salsa and the gritty raw
Timeless, my mother's diamonds 1954

I gotta get that dough
I want the Beamer with the racing seats
Pound the ground with my feet
To make the pavement speak
And tell me secrets that she's
Never told a soul to
The price of living your
Decisions could control you

Yeah Bronsolino queens
Real shit queens

I sign my name like I'm Mantle
Never sticking to the script
Be with people off the boat
Seven languages and shit
Bring tradition to the street
Get you lifted off your feet
Like my daughter at the park
No taking orders after dark
Cause they expect it
So wake up early, hop off the shitter
Employ a lawyer that's been bar mitzvahed
Never trust a goyim, see me sippin' spritzer
Hookers with Spitzer and Mr wedge
30 dollars hollers never tip her
This condensation that be building in
The weed jar is bothersome
Half of my leg covered with Robinson's
The FernGully in this dutch
Me and Steele smokin' jail letters
Pretty bitches gettin' peeled open