Something Lyrics - Eric Roberson

This is a little something to ride to 

Kick back and just catch a vibe to 

I pop me a pill, I drink me another drink, if I was you 

I got the flyest arsenal 

Clip filled to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal 

I'm ape with shit, I'm on my gorilla thing-thing 

Me and Preme, you can call us the guillotine team 

We chop off heads, pop off lead 

If it pops off, we spending that rock star bread 

We doing numbers like the box office 

Nigga you ain't tryna box, then stop talking 

I got niggas from Watts to Boston 

From New York to the Chi to Austin 

So even if my eyes is off ya, other eyes is on ya 

That belongs to them killers that's gon' ride up on ya 

Bong, it's gasoline in my tongue 

Patron in my kidneys, weed in my lungs 

Trigger on my index finger 

Handle in my palm is ringing my animal alarm 

My mind is on Hannibal Lec, demand the respect 

I'm taking your life 'less you hand me a check 

I've been around, seen some things, sexed a lot of girls 

I did my time but in my mind, I'm still thinking it's my world 

I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit, I'm the truest 

Now tell me who this sick and you can swallow everything 

That's coming through this dick 

Reignin King of the boom bap 

Bomb strapped to my chest askin "Where ya goons at?" 

I'm old school like a StarTac 

On a voyage like Star Trek, me unemployed is far fetched 

I'm hot, I got corduroy flow 

You can picture but can't shake it, the Polaroid show 

I book niggas for shows and put niggas in comas 

So I hope that you niggas is roamers 

Cause my niggas is Ryders like Winona 

But we just tryna have a good time like Willona 

I'm a zoner, all I do is zone out 

Like a stoner as far away as Estonia 

I'm a sucker for a good sucking, so tell ya bitch 

That's it's best if she investing with this good lucking 

Mami, would you rather fly over niggas heads? 

Or keep your ass in the hood ducking? 

I've been around, seen some things, sexed a lot of girls 

I did my time but in my mind, I'm still thinking it's my world 

I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit, I'm the truest 

Now tell me who this sick and you can swallow everything 

That's coming through this dick 

Pardon my French, talk English 

Steal your job, the discount is the five fingers 

That's why Preme is the head, not king 

My drive's on my toes, I got my Bedrock swing 

Street Hop is a culture, I rock with the vultures 

To make bread with the opposite toaster 

I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, equip sickening 

And my neckless is glistening, it's expensive 

So don't mention your ice whenever you mention my rhymes 

Cause my pencil is priceless 

So what you running for? Nigga I'm coming for you 

If I'm the hyphen, then you the underscore 

True and I'm lawless packing 

I ain't no designer but I got a flawless jacket 

Whoa, after "Boom," this afternoon 

It's night-night, when me and Preme come back for more 

I've been around, seen some things, sexed a lot of girls 

I did my time but in my mind, I'm still thinking it's my world 

I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit, I'm the truest 

Now tell me who this sick and you can swallow everything 

That's coming through this dick 

This is a little something to ride to 

Kick back and just catch a vibe to 

I pop me a pill, I drink me another drink, if I was you