1942

(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?) Grrah, ayy (Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherfucker) Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942 It's a hundred shots in that chop, boy, don't make a move Or this bi-bitch leave you slumped Leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942 It's a hundred shots in that chop, boy, don't make a move Or this bi-bitch leave you slumped Leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze Woah there, buddy, where you goin' with that sack? I'ma bring that bitch back, I'ma bring that bitch back If the plug tryna tax, I'ma bring that bitch back I'ma run in that bitch, I'ma push his shit back When it come to robbin', I'm a genius Now I'm on that space shit People pay they money just to come and see me All these pussy niggas wanna be me Ride 'round with like four sticks Police hit the lights, they disappear, no genie Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942 It's a hundred shots in that chop, boy, don't make a move Or this bi-bitch leave you slumped Leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942 It's a hundred shots in that chop, boy, don't make a move Or this bi-bitch leave you slumped Leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze