Meyhem Lauren
Garlic and Oil
[Part I]
[Intro: Sample]
"Tomorrow never comes until it's too late"
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Jump out of the sunroof of the 540i, shorty grind on me
She tried to get me for my shine, put the nine on me
Fuck, Devil's design shootin' blind for me
I won the belt like seven times, couple dimes on me
I snap my fingers—there's a cheese plate
The joint bigger than a deer's leg
You can catch me squattin' beer kegs, carryin' rock
Not in the sock no more, we on a yacht
Stop—pop a U-ey
Rivals, I chopped them in chop suey
Throw 'em in the front trunk
Target 86 royal blue with the lip
Thick like the one's for suckin' dick
You'll get lifted like my son when I see him
I can't wait till he driving something European
Leather smell like tea tree oil in the Z-3
A lot of people wanna be me
Uh
[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Yo, flow in the coupe and move godly
Hit 'em with the bag of that robby
If they won't give you honesty, they ain't giving you loyalty
My rep is made of gold, ain't no bullshit destroying me
Shit, I been that guy
Gold chains, gold frame, son, I've been that fly
I got pierogis that'll break curfew to break a n***a face
Shoot you with your gun, take the hammer off a n***a waist
I'm off the scene, I'm seen when I'm supposed to be
Never let the money escape; I keep it close to me
I keep my bank accounts full and my nuts empty
Low hangin' fruit taste good, sometimes these sluts temp me
Then they cause problems, then they start shit
Then I think to myself, 'Why'd I think with my dick?'
It's the black Batman, Bruce Wayne who sell 'caine
Hundred push-ups a clip, I stay sober
If n***as wanna put up they hands, it's game over
Laurenovich
"Tomorrow never comes until it's too late"
Part II
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
The moon hit me in the way that pictures couldn't capture
My stature like a major league catcher
It's quite confusing 'cause I'm Casper—international
Hundred Hello Kitty stamps inside the passport
Since I appeared on the Earth like a terminator
E30 got German plates on the shit
Split the arrow with the arrow, 'cause sparrow flies
Channel Pharaoh's with the owl eyes
Sport's boat 26 feet, Nordica seas
Dancin' naked on the shore of the beach, hedonism too
It ain't shit to do division with your crew
We all livin', boo—it ain't nobody wearin' prison suits
Tan Carhartt's, the scarfs like the sheep
Gun [?] still sleep by the creek
Crocodile infested—but to me it's just a bunch of boots
Always on the hunt for the loot
Uh
[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Sautées and fricassee smoked crabs different trees
[?] the pistols breeze then we dip in V's
Suave rooftops out the American sugar
My n***as got the torch to heat the metal full of booger
Me, I'm a sober weirdo, I still wear 'lo
Lifestyle based on defense so we prepare tho
Prepare tho I had to fix the situation
The crab meat placed on your plate is imitation
Now me I get it right out the shell
I [?] know my team get locked he getting right out the cell
Post bail hit Perfections have a drink and we think'
How to calculate correctly while we covered in mink
Summertime shootouts, springtime stick ups
Tri-colored Gucci skully's wintertime pick ups
Rep for Queens major since I was a minor
You might've seen me in the Georgia Diner