Tokyo FleX - Just Chillin' Lyrics

I spit shit mean
F*ck ferocious
White-girl wasted
I'm drunk the mostest
Hold cups, no coasters
To friends we toast it
Hold down the spot
Where the cops is posted
Gotta ride clean
Cuz the car is flagged
Still roll around trashed
And the bars is bagged
I flip the script
Like Marshall Mathers
These kids talk shit
Like their arsenal matters
I'm bored, hit the store
And I pour some forties
I f*ck these whores
Like I'm forcing orgies
Beg for the dick
Come and get some more please
Drop some hits
And my corpse is morphing
Try to catch up
Cuz I'm fast for real
To me these mother f*ckers
Just an actual meal
Under watch of the cops
Cuz my mass appeal
Life of hard knocks
Rocking brass and steel
I know some dudes
That are black for real
Straight strapped with matches
And packing steel
Feds try to knock
Hit the gas and peel
The whip goes quick
So it scratch the wheel
And yeah I sell acid if you're askin
The permatrip last
You'll be laughin' from Asprin
Flow so Alaskan
The ice and chills
Yeah I like to scrap
But I fight to kill
Yeah I fight and f*ck
So the lights get cut
And this life gets tough
So I light one up
End your life abrupt
Like I slit the throat
Bitch I'm pumped up
Like I sniffed some coke
Try to talk back
You get smacked in the lips
That's how you get treated
If you act like a bitch
Life is a gamble
So my cash is chips
God I just wish
Cops slapped the wrist
Once this bitch
Went and grabbed the dick
She tried to get wifed up
So I had to dip
Some bitch ain't down
Cuz she hates my clothes
Sober life sucks
And probation blows
Still the jay straight haze, bro
Laced with dro
Run it so hard
That I scrape my toes
I shake the hoe
I said the rap is shook
I break these chains
Like a captive crook
Put your hands on mine
I leave you Captain Hook
Hoes walk by
Are turning back to look
No sleep cuz I always gotta keep
One eye on the Boys
To avoid detection
The pigs straight thugs
Coppin' full confessions
Throw these hoes
Sexual expressions
And you can tell by the smirk
That the line that I spit
Guaranteed gonna work
Sittin' at the tip
And they actin' still
I throw you down the hill
Like Jack and Jill
Go to jail tomorrow
So I get smashed tonight
To pass the time
I like to pass the pipe
I'm like average height
But man everybody knows
I do it big
Anytime that I grab the mic
The price went up
It's a grand a gram
And if you got a problem
I got hand-to-hand
If your homies try to jump
Then I slam your man
I'm straight f*ckin' nuts
Like pecans in cans
I can't stand a band
I do my shows alone
For the last 20 years
I done hold my own
The Feds wiretap
I tell em hold the phone
Get so much brain
That it explode your dome
It's the"f*ck you" freeway
The road is closed
The game, who knows
I suppose
It goes: green light
Who the f*ck sees a stop sign
Lots of cop fines
Good thing I got mine
The one thing I know
Is cash flow is not time
Cuz once the line flat
You ain't never make that back
For real
It's Tokyo f*cking FleX bitches