Lamarr Family Values - Lefty Lyrics

Hey, what you tryin' to give me
They swingin' on ya southpaw
Now your tribe is lefty
Hey, what you tryin' to give me
They swingin' on ya southpaw
Now your tribe is lefty

06 nigga with a mission
Tell 'em all about it doesn't matter Motherf*cker never listen
Process doesn't really glisten
I could film it all but you would only see the programs that I lived in
Old head mad that i'm happy
Iron man car clean i'm still looking for the parking
Go head wait for the back beat
Slap you with Kurt's hand hurts man wow
Thumping like Paul
Light you like Jimi and wait for the fall
Try to get with me not taking the call
Turn 'em to burton I hurt 'em by dropping the ball
You never right
Wait for my crew to come through and we'll f*ck up your night
Asking for fights
That's accio Pacquiao bitch I just might
Bitch I just might
Look at the way that we write
Shook by the glare of the lights
Hooked you but you can't decide if you like
Episodic and methodical right
Semilogical but all of the might
Of Remy cooking up the sauce that you like
Me and my rats are steady chillin tonight
Family Values man we killin tonight
Ay Ay

Hey, what you tryin' to give me
They swingin' on ya southpaw
Now your tribe is lefty
Hey, what you tryin' to give me
They swingin' on ya southpaw
Now your tribe is lefty
Hey, what you tryin' to give me
They swingin' on ya southpaw
Now your tribe is lefty
Hey, what you tryin' to give me
They swingin' on ya southpaw
Now your tribe is lefty

No superstition
No broken Ignition
I'm my own addition
Stayin' broke on a mission
I got no superstition
No broken ignition
I am my own edition
Stayin' broke on a mission

Waterloo Clyde with a vengeance
Pop the tires cut the engines
I might f*ck around
Kill ya whole f*ckin' rap career in one sentence
We don't f*ck with no Xerox
LFV we evolve don't copy
We been making this heat all Summer
Clearest chakra can't stop me
Fully bloomed I'm a Venasaur
Better verses I got three or four
And I keep a rapper reassured
That his babysitter want my penis more
Baby Clyde tryna mix it up
Put the beat into a Cuisinart
She don't like white rappers
I said me neither I fast forward to Chris's parts
Ima go hard when I hit the charts
Pick up a book with a thicker plot
And I'll just be saying whatever I feel like
Until I get rinsed of my inner thoughts
Yeah I'm coming for the Puma checks
Til the leeches feeding off the human flesh
Keep it in the freezer keep it stupid fresh
Then I put ya body in a Uber X