Lipton Lyrics - Dopium - U-god

Yo, yo, magnificent high score, master plan, the crowd roar 

Throw up daily dosage, get ready for the down pour 

Human cannonball, matador, standing next to door 

Battle ya'll, sound more, get ready for the round four 

Ground war, jigsaw, bearhug, bearclaw 

Slimeball, crime bosses, you better count your losses 

Dark lord, divorce court, hot sauce, the pen glide 

Then fly, Bangkok, Chinese, Shanghai 

Red wine, fed time, bring crime, the cake rise 

Take mines, break spines, watch for them snake eyes 

Break ties, shake thighs, watch how them dollars flow 

Scholar's home, monotone, crush 'em on they collarbone 

Cyclone, you styrofoam, up against the Wu brand 

Big gun to hold it, it's gonna take two hands 

Check the newstand, I'm running with the Manual 

Flammable, animals, call me a dynamo 

Hannibal on elephants, got you in a stranglehold 

Black man legal Gambino and my bangles gold 

Hand in the finger bowl, your face is on my chrome gauge 

Strapped with a bomb, gonna blow you to the Stone Age 

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Woo ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooooh 

Ay, ay, the way she shake it 

Ay, ay, I can't take it 

Ay, ay, the way she take it 

Ay, ay, I can't shake it 

Yo, ever ready wordplay, conscious survey 

Mountains fall crumble, impact your chestplate 

Heavyweight, ankles swing, therapy Bowflex 

Snowman, cold kid, melt you in your gore-tex 

Raw sex vibe, ultraviolet on the sex drive 

Forty five wives, new silent with my tech nines 

Respect mine in chalk line, smash for your drama talk 

Backflips, somersault, chopped by the tomahawk 

Pop off, mozoltov, stung by the voodoo 

Old school, new school, invest like the Jews do 

Your broke ass, no class, broadcast on YouTube 

Fake boobs, handjobs, state troops to damn slobs 

Hate you, fuck off, hate you with duck sauce 

Feathers get, plucked off, when I cough with ink dust 

Linked up, inked up, strokes from the paintbrush 

Go for your taste buds, shrooms and I stay buzzed 

Music for your forehead, smashed on your horse face 

Wu on the warhead, crash through your tourgates 

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Scott knocks, is on the ball 

Let's rock, she love the boss 

Oh god, she loves the mutt 

Jump up, and go for my mine 

It's so deep, you get cross-eyed 

Take that heat, and roll outside 

Black handprints on the wall 

Black handprints on the wall 

I say I'm pimping, bitches on kneepads 

Lipton, sipping the tea bag