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Buddy Guy
3,756
Hip-Hop/Rap
Buddy Guy was released on March 14, 2011 by Fine Fabric Delegates as a part of the album Dr. Lecter
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Release DateMarch 14, 2011
LabelFine Fabric Delegates
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, Bronsolino, yeah, hey yo
[Verse 2]
Stoned on the stoop, got the box pumping Billy Joel
I'm Mickey Mantle while you motherfuckers semi-pro
Neck to colon how a slice from the machete go
Shoot your gun and throw confetti 'cause I'm ready hoe
Look into my eyes, you can tell that I'm a stand up
Call me the teacher wanna talk just put your hands up
We eat the lamb duck goose beef or chicken
Two seater shiftin' with the smooth cedar strippin'
My facial hair is light red just like a ball of fire
Golden sound, blow the town, low attire
Brown haze leather swampy like the everglades
I'll switch my style so that I'm ready when the era change
First pressed virgin oil from the greek border
Spit the shit that have me laid up with the sheik's daughter
Three quarter on the bally jacket to the knee
Lights flashin' when I'm rappin' tappin' tree
That smoke lingers son it shine through the curtain
Cracked pepper motherfucker imma grinder for certain
So never in your life come with scared business here
Fuck around never found bitch, disappear
[Verse 3]
Time after time I'm a winner
Seasoned in the barrel,  harvest in the winter
Far from a beginner, keep an extra cartridge in the denim
Twisted off of Manishewitz, Harlem in a rental
The hash candidate, kindly gorgeous
360 is the ways and the caesar's huggin' out of grimey Porsches
One night shorty needin' over nine abortions
I'm the whole shit one you wanna roll with
When In canoe waving the ganja like a glow stick
Number one, numero uno, with the flow shit
Your style is tired and limp just like your old dick, bitch
[Verse 4]
Roman sculptures, all of my students hold a diploma
Stairs to the bath, garage door, behold a lotus
Finest tuna right out the sea straight off the boat this
Hurricane rap spit tape low, rock a toga
Bronsonelli chef de cuisine I flex the two seam
Inject the vein with marijuana I'm a true friend
Up to the minute all of the weapons we invented
That's hidden inside the rented, the window tinted ten the percentage
Sacrificing the lamb for the nutrition
Criminology 101, hard cover, newest edition
Nuclear fission is heavy weighty top the division
Lots of provisions colossal status stoppin' collisions
Too beaucoup fresher than a lake trout
Barbecue the venison, pair it with a great stout
Peace I'm out kid, a motherfucker pace out
Every time I take that motherfucking weapon from my waste out
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