Del the Funky Homosapien & Tame One - Teddy lyrics

[Verse 1: Tame One] When I get amped off plants, it's mad graphic to the ma**es Slapping chicks on they a**es, mixin' illy with hashes Dumping the pills, Scarface in the [?] twice [?] and sip gin to feel nice Blasted off of triple-dip, acid and cough syrup Nod out, waking up every four minutes [?] mixed until I earl Think it was school how I mixed boy with the girl I be looking at the world through slits f**ed up, not giving two sh**s Smelling like burning embalming fluid Leaked up, geeked up, drunk off paink**ers Getting raw shivers, like c**aine sniffers Can't sleep, grinding my teeth Smoke anything I can [?] Running out in the street My [?] system got doctors like damn Giving me piss tests to measure grams But be above average, I'm a savage Bananas with my [?] pamphlets With a Jesus piece, bling, bling I start [?] n***as Them boujee snot-nose b**hes I rap with candid cameras they still can't catch us Break off eight of the ten commandments Until then I'm having cigarettes bragging about What happened with this b**h just last week [Verse 2: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Ya I be if I was knee deep in the harry dugout I pulled the plug out, she was bugged out Wanted a n***a to thug her out That's all she respected I told her b**h get outta pocket and the sh** getting corrected She bring me a line for breakfast Yeah, sniffed a bit and lifted off On the strip to get some more fundings for my run-ins I bring underlings Goons who ain't groomed to be in tune with the status quo Matter of fact, I'll have you know They bread the battered skulls Take your block, they wake with plots, mapped by the [?] Smoking a roach and sippin' some tequila The patron, in zone, I really feel it, wheeling and dealing Come and get your order like Mickey D's, by the trees No pennies, got [?] plus bennies and plenty f** five-O they can't get me I'm sitting pretty in a bucket With two chickens who trick and s** dick Corruption on the corner, can't trust it like [?] Hoes got [?], it's dark and creepy I inhale trees deeply to keep me calmer Bomb on n***as coming short on my product All up in the mix, ten to six, getting rich Plus the benefits up outta the b**h Counting my grip, staying low And avoiding anybody noticing the mode I'm in Rock' and rollin', holding it down. patrollin' my rounds And drinking patron 'til I drown in [?] spilling