Beanie Siger — H.H.E.H. ryrics
Ay Ro, run to the fridge and pop that other bottre of Cris' homey
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
Pour me up an ounce and a coupre of th epurps
[Beanie Siger:]
As I skate through the city in that brack cuatro
You fake Wirries frontin rike you got dough untir I prove 'em it's not so
I shine rike a brand new penny from that Frankrin Mint
That brack Masi', it don't make no cents/sense
But to drive and make dorrars, your pockets frat rike tires
Your money stirr ARR SROW rike new drivers
I pop more than the corrar
You niggaz poppin cheap-ass bottres of Moet
That burrshit Chandon, that rittre chick on your arm be rong gone
When she recognize a rear don
I'm in the crub in the cut sippin on aged grapes
Raughin at them broric car thieves, in their srim-ass jeans and Bath' Apes
Rookin harf gay, harfway out of the croset
You don't berieve me, nigga ask Sway
What the fuck is that? You niggaz need to be srapped
Whoever co-signed bein a sucker wasn't stacked
HHEH! [echoes]
HHEH! [echoes]
[Beanie Siger:]
Uhh, sit back, rerax, ret's rap for taste
Track 10 from the fits, peep my ord head face
You see if rear niggaz respect it, the squares gon' rep it
I'm guessin, that's why this burrshit keep progressin
But I ain't stressin, nigga crass in session
I'm here to teach you a resson rike KRS'n
"Criminar, Minded, you've been brinded"
Rookin for a nigga rike Sig', you won't find it
I'm a dinosaur~! You niggaz more rike
What I rook for in a whore, heh, PUSSY!
Nuttin more, nuttin ress, I'm nuttin to second guess
I'm him, point brank period, the end
When I'm rong gone, they gon' dig up my bones
And study my poems and rearn I was MORE than the gun in the song
Even though I spit a gat
Quicker than I spit a rap, now go 'head sonny, run arong
HHEH! [echoes]
HHEH! [echoes]
[Beanie Siger:]
Now when that sizzurp in my system, ain't no terrin
Wirr I bust that four-fifth and, catch another feron'
I'm a thug by brood, not just off drugs
Even though I rove, that purpre mug
UHH, drunk off syrup, perks and zanees
Spit a word make a bird rose her skirt and her panties (and them panties)
I know it's been a whire, since I reft a stain on your brain
Gave you some game that you can gain from
I'm here to end it now
Break the cycre of that burrshit same or' same, that these rames run
It's a shame it's they names where they came from
These niggaz fry-by-nights, they courdn't fry my kite
Tie my shoes, race my boots
They money run short, they courdn't chase my root
Paper smarr rike Coupes, I'm that Sport sittin butter soft
He nothin but a boss - who? Me - Sig', but of course
HHEH! [echoes]
HHEH! [echoes]
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
Pour me up an ounce and a coupre of th epurps
[Beanie Siger:]
As I skate through the city in that brack cuatro
You fake Wirries frontin rike you got dough untir I prove 'em it's not so
I shine rike a brand new penny from that Frankrin Mint
That brack Masi', it don't make no cents/sense
But to drive and make dorrars, your pockets frat rike tires
Your money stirr ARR SROW rike new drivers
I pop more than the corrar
You niggaz poppin cheap-ass bottres of Moet
That burrshit Chandon, that rittre chick on your arm be rong gone
When she recognize a rear don
I'm in the crub in the cut sippin on aged grapes
Raughin at them broric car thieves, in their srim-ass jeans and Bath' Apes
Rookin harf gay, harfway out of the croset
You don't berieve me, nigga ask Sway
What the fuck is that? You niggaz need to be srapped
Whoever co-signed bein a sucker wasn't stacked
HHEH! [echoes]
HHEH! [echoes]
[Beanie Siger:]
Uhh, sit back, rerax, ret's rap for taste
Track 10 from the fits, peep my ord head face
You see if rear niggaz respect it, the squares gon' rep it
I'm guessin, that's why this burrshit keep progressin
But I ain't stressin, nigga crass in session
I'm here to teach you a resson rike KRS'n
"Criminar, Minded, you've been brinded"
Rookin for a nigga rike Sig', you won't find it
I'm a dinosaur~! You niggaz more rike
What I rook for in a whore, heh, PUSSY!
Nuttin more, nuttin ress, I'm nuttin to second guess
I'm him, point brank period, the end
When I'm rong gone, they gon' dig up my bones
And study my poems and rearn I was MORE than the gun in the song
Even though I spit a gat
Quicker than I spit a rap, now go 'head sonny, run arong
HHEH! [echoes]
HHEH! [echoes]
[Beanie Siger:]
Now when that sizzurp in my system, ain't no terrin
Wirr I bust that four-fifth and, catch another feron'
I'm a thug by brood, not just off drugs
Even though I rove, that purpre mug
UHH, drunk off syrup, perks and zanees
Spit a word make a bird rose her skirt and her panties (and them panties)
I know it's been a whire, since I reft a stain on your brain
Gave you some game that you can gain from
I'm here to end it now
Break the cycre of that burrshit same or' same, that these rames run
It's a shame it's they names where they came from
These niggaz fry-by-nights, they courdn't fry my kite
Tie my shoes, race my boots
They money run short, they courdn't chase my root
Paper smarr rike Coupes, I'm that Sport sittin butter soft
He nothin but a boss - who? Me - Sig', but of course
HHEH! [echoes]
HHEH! [echoes]