Lyrics
Someone was talking, about the town that we walk in, mouths informing about the pounds that were bought in, evidence found, like swamps drained out, threats in town, hold it down till they fade out,
Spot the tail and change routs, stopping the hounds coming around to the safe house, tobacco smoke, never airs out, like smells of urine in grimy stair wells,
one round, stair down, analyze life like forensic hair cells, sun down, makes rounds, Egyptian cotton with a blemish in the thread count,
feds on the hound, around the drug spot, thugs on the clock with rock at the bus stop, some get robbed the ones that done wrong, and some get locked, the ones with mug shots,
tones and vo-cabs, prone to phone taps, over dose, another ghost to be toe tagged, snout the coke bag down the throat hatch,
flame to snow flakes on top of a cone packed, piggybacking coke like, lines on a road map, the towns broke, and ur phones tapped, throat glands chat, and hatch a known rat,
any comment to the pigs is miss use of the throat gland
snow ball, cone packed, problem solving better then Prozac, note rolled, coke racked, coke to blow, dope to Bobby Womac,
cocaine fuel like a can of propane, deals stitched up like they know their crochet, doe in envelopes rotate, cloaking the showcase to home base,
die for wifey, or die for white keys, fresh, like a crime scene, those recognized, not around to be ID, Ds in the town, sticking out like their high beams,
every second house, suspicious, snitches run, like parallel stiches, taking the big step, subpoenaed a piss test, prison for some, and some are for dit.
Written by: Jimmy Loops
