Dumb Lyrics - Everlast

I'm just too hot to touch you know I'm the law 

I smoke about million pounds of dutch and say what 

Shortie keep yakking it up and on the low 

I might take her to the back to fuck, get a nut 

Nice, you cant tell me I ain't came up 

Fastball pitcher I deliver with no change up 

Fuckin' right I'm famous, balling like the Lakers 

Only time I move is to go collect my paper 

See me on the wanted poster, Mad and La Coka Nostra 

Hop out of my Porsche, pull my trunk and extort ya 

Yup we west coast and dog we stay posting 

Walk with two toasters Louis Vuitton holsters 

I'm a bad fucking bastard yup I'm fantastic 

Four but I'm the Silver Surfer flying through your door 

Heard you cryin' for the war Im'a try to serve you more 

Madchilds a dope man leave you lying on the floor 

Damn chicken heads get their feathers all ruffled up 

Put the potato on the pound sound muffled up 

We can get it on like Samoans and Tongans 

Or we can get to war like the angels and mongols 

Black mask over my face, I get em 

Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em 

Beat a hater up till he dum dum diddum 

Swollen and La Coka don't fuck with em 

So ladies and ah forget it were not gentlemen 

I roll up in a stolen car come hop in with them 

Hand me a pill bottle I dump it and pop ten of them 

Give me some booze, I sip juice like Rakim and them 

I got a fuse that's too short and a noose that's too long 

Feeling I could do no wrong 

This invincibility they're convinced is killing me 

Has essentially gotten me through any pinch you'll ever see 

When my henchmen are with me tensions on the scene 

Dreams are being changed a wrench in the machine 

One mention of the team leave the masses buzzing 

The rebel, you thought you're on my level, you wasn't 

Hotter than Ecuador, son brought a metaphor 

P-1 I'm ready for war I'm on the front lines 

Runs in my bloodline thirsty like lost boys 

Big money bounce my accounts keep em offshore 

Caribbean breeze there's ten million reasons 

Y'all super eight like rich we four seasons 

Fine linen, sterling silver, Bright Brightlen, the lady killer 

Black mask over my face, I get em 

Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em 

Beat a hater up till he dum dum diddum 

Swollen and La Coka don't fuck with em 

I started war and bids when y'all was just kids 

Came to your town and jumped the fuck around 

Stomped out a few of you and fucked your lady 

You still married her and you gave her a baby 

We were young, we were crazy, we were wild and free 

Ain't a groupie bitch alive get a child from me 

And now you come to the shows and you reminisce 

And while she waits for an autograph, you give her a kiss 

She slips me a hug and a look that's knowing 

If I say get on the bus, baby girl its on 

Lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing 

Hoes keep hoeing and hoeing and just hoeing 

Trees get rollin' smoking keep blowing 

Coka and Swollen legend keep growing 

Fast lane living no time for slowing 

Gotta know where you been and watch where you're going 

Black mask over my face, I get em 

Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em 

Beat a hater up till he dum dum diddum 

Swollen and La Coka don't fuck with em