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24 Hour Karate School


Artist: Ski Beatz
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 7
Year: 2010

Nothing But Us Lyrics - 24 Hour Karate School - Ski Beatz

We don't allow blunts in the cut 

Tell the valet to pull up my truck 

Higher than a mug, ain't nothin' what up but us 

Ain't nothin' what up but us 

We don't allow blunts in the cut, yeah 

Peel off like a New Era sticker 

Out that bitch like a newborn my nigga 

Can't get tangled in the web of broad weave 

Homie you weak, that's not G 

Holding hands with your bitch 

When the money come you can't reach 

So when it's money talk you can't speak 

Who you been with jive ass 

I'm Hollywood multitasking, rapping and acting 

You just acting like you rappin' 

Acting like you trappin', you trap champ what happened 

I'm high in a psychedelic tree smilin' 

Cheshire Cat'n, Galapagos Island 

Turtle shell hashing 

Spillin', smoking good with a bad one 

J.E.T.S. nigga playin' dirty with the fair ones 

The Brazilian thick leg wavy hair ones 

Been on cloud nine since square one, yeah 

[Hook: Curren$y] 

Ain't nothing what up but us 

Paper Planes man, we don't allow blunts in the cut 

Tell the valet to pull up my truck 

Ain't nothing what up but us 

Ain't nothing what up but us 

We don't allow blunts in the cuts 

Anytime you see me I'm lo'd up 

Roll up, light something, than I smoke up 

I be steamin', I don't pass really 

Nigga be higher than giraffe pussy 

That ain't Dour that's a gaffe, rookie 

This is Cali not Canadian 

These type of buds change whatever mind frame you in 

I be so thrown off, what's in them papers got me popped 

You think I'm sleepin' but I'm not 

Was gonna say somethin', but I forgot 

I roll up for breakfast 

I be on my J.E.T.S. shit 

Me and Spitta smoke a zone it don't be nothin' left it's 

George kush I'm on that bomb shit 

Hopin' the bag shit smell like armpits 

Doesn't matter whose blunts be the longest 

When I smoke be potent, hope your lungs is the strongest 

My pot heads what up, what up 

Spark up nigga, ain't nothing up but us 

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