East Bound And Down

Hit the clutch, shift to the gear

Mash on the gas. You're soon to see me

Right by the lake just like a bass (kid)

Burn these sticks like a native, gold potatoes, cold tornados

Ashes like I roll [?]

But never play, though, tryin' to get that play-do

To have the whole team creamy like alfredo

The mozzarella, basil, oil, and tomato

The thirty year balsamic laid up on that table

Next to me, a cigarette and drug lay

There in my lungs, that's why [?] never dropped weight

In the taxi shorty blessing me with tongue play

Ditch the cab, gonna twist it up the one-way

She lost a shoe, I bounced - dipped on her

Just a victim of the cold world to get warmer

Then I did with my spic friend in a quick honda

Pick up a package from juan down at the ship harbor

Sell it off in the crib, making the shit marble

[?] Taking chugs outta the big bottle

Dick sucks disappears thanks to a thick model

Her ass is fat but the coconut is a bit hollow

No point in asking if the motherfucking bitch swallow

Absolute, like the shit that's in the clear bottle

Straight from sweden, see me counting money cheesin'

Ducks get shot out the sky, that's when it's huntin' season

Phone rings fiendin' for stuff, danny tanner

I handle business like a man, you're just a tranny dancer

I'm going down, kid

East motherfucking bound and down, bronsolino

Bon appetite, bitch