Lyrics
H to the E to the Double L O
Thanks for calling my cellular phone
I couldn't make it at the moment
Hope that you understand
Just leave your name and number
I'll get back when I can
I'm all tied up
I'm the busiest man
And if you called to kick it
Well yes I am, down
So at the beeping sound
Just leave a little message that should be 'bout now
Jiminy Cricket silence critics when I spit it
Lemony Snicket acting violent out of pigment
Dying when I stick it she be crying when I kick it
I ain't dialing seven digits 'less she ride with seven bitches
Her booty poking out like she hiding seven midgets
Been high for seven days, I can't help but look suspicious
If I can find a gal who ain't slept with all my niggas
It'd probably be for nothing because I slept with all her sisters
Moor gang militia
Whore gang's malicious
More mind your bidness, and ignore my mistress
I would explain it all, but go find Clarissa
I went to get a latte and fucked up her wrist-a
Oops I meant barista
Scooped her like Batista
Party like [?]
Your party's like my pre-funk
Harley had my teeth numb
I'll pop it like I'm re-run
And paint her face with precum
Dance, Dance, Rally
Dance, Dance, Rally
Dance, Dance, Rally
Dance, Dance, Rally
Hey, oh
There he goes
The man who stole the weed I was about to smoke
When I wasn't looking he was out the door
Now I got no weed to roll
The chow!
My name is Sammy, but you can call me Huck
What up
Andre Nickatina [?], What up
Banana goo we never losing half an appetite
I've been lucky to blow the best of the best since apple pipes
We would
Hotbox the droptop with salsa
Hit the jojo then we gogo from the popopopo