Duplicate of https://genius.com/Swollen-members-weight-lyrics

Yeah.....Yo......

Hey yo my cocaine's whiter than colgate
And when Christ come imma go relocate
Finish off the dimes
Big slabs of crack, writin my gangstaz will
Bury me at the plate in Bronze Bomber's Field
Give my young guards the four horses
My babi gurls get the pink Porsches
Dookie Jims and theyre all gorgeous
Came to'em had a mean fortress
A french maid blowin me down like Farah Faucet
My gun collection is big in the Adolph section
My little mini-me he bump off the Mexicans
Mostly known for ma earlobe
4 million dolla disco ball
Shit though ma wrist cut
Bang glass on the crystal floor at club Shiznit
Lil Romee-Rome just came home
Violated parole sellin cell phones
With his Snoop Dogg perm
His brother Puff Sherm threw two in big worm?

Chorus(*2)

My my my money fold up!
My my my pockets swolled up!
Say what, say what
Just roll up!
What's the hold up unload and reload up

Hellfire....Handle the hill? shellfire
Kill quiet like a knife on the front line
Private live ride stage show
First bird flamethrow
Overthrow, takeover
Name known around the globe
King Cobra poison slow
Fang jungle overgrown
Wu Tang, Ghostface, Alchemist killin this song
Feelin famous, chop heads, walk illa

Comic, fillin on pain killers, watchin good fellaz
Dancin in the dungeon all by maself
I say i think im goin crazy, thats a cry for help
My phone dont ring but get sexy text messages
Gunnin on ma cop, get to bitches mouth wrestlin
Hey Im just chillin with killers at ma disposal
I have a feelin youll accept ma proposal
Put another dime in the jukebox, I love, rock n roll
Bulletproof vest, Glock, lock and load

Chorus(*2)

Wait..........

Rap zombie, Im controlled by powers beyond me
I go from the drum machine straight to the Digi-D
To the Harddrive to the G5 to the computer screens
To the lab thru the speakers to the Pens n the pads
To the science to the lab to the vocab
Straight to the phone booth, to the mic
Back to that O-rap
Thru the speakers
To the place where your hear and your soul at
Drop out the drums
Rough mix straight to the work dat?
Bounce the track, disk format and then burn that
To the CD
We'll take it to the truck where the systems at
Make sure the bass hit like a thunderclap
Then i double back to the lab
Fast like i was runnin laps
I freeze! Back to the Digi-D's to an MP3
Thru the internet freeway
Straight to the DJ's to the radio, constant airplay
I gotta keep food on my plate, so im moving that Weight!

Chorus(*2)

WEIGHT!