The Palmer Squares - To The Letter lyrics

[Verse 1: Acumental] Check-a check check I catch rec with the tech deck I'm the best yet, k** a set then I jet, jet Bet bet that I get get all the props Find me smoking' marijuana crops Go ahead and call the cops sh** they can't do a thing TPS be the new crew to bang So turn it up up We're so fine and you the rough cut Hit the edit lab and review your frame Chop chop, snip snip Hip hop till your lid pop off and you flip Keep a stiff upper lip when I rap Pull a trick out my hat Then I bounce in a Honda Civic Never on the grid You're not not gonna see me We got got what you need need Pot pot buddha weed weed Rock rock to the beat beat From Chicago to DC I'm out for the clean sweep Be prepared to salute your shorts Lose your drawers We're gonna run em up the flag pole I be the hip hop posterboy That most avoid cuz they be getting punished in a battle You can't roll with my team Can't donate a swing Camp Lo fans know what I mean Tableau with the theme of a Coppola scene Get at me I could show you a thing or two about How to put a needle to the groove in the record See most people couldn't do any better than P-Squares Am I stupid or clever? Ain't got a clue whatsoever But everything I do I do to the letter So take take a breath breath and go Find me in your tape ca**ette deck fo sho A brain case, a meth head, a dope Vacate the room, room, I'mma let you know know [Hook] We did it again, so grab the weed, hit it again Palmer squares and we in it to win So throw your hands up And if you ain't have none Just jump mad love from the back to front cuz we Did it again, grab the weed, hit it again Palmer squares and we in it to win So throw your hands up And if you ain't have none Just jump mad love from the back to front We give it up [Terminal Knowledge] One one to the two Spun with the crew Huff huff a balloon till' I'm blue in the face Stay true to the faith Of unusual taste With tools of the trade, I Lose lose control Move move your soul Boom boom till' the room explodes Sip sip my cup cup A quick slit, the blunts cut The piff piff I puff puff And pa** to the left Then I ask for the check Masking the stress with a bag full of cess From an ounce To a pound I'm down at the lounge Buying rounds for my frowning clowns Whiskey and rye Get lifted and fly Drift through the skies Squinting my eyes Ignited by the flickering light Criminal minded Out for the thrill of the ride Clean clock with a sock full of batteries The academy cat, finna pop (yeah right) That'll be the day There's fees to pay Cheese to make G's to rake Weed papes Lemme lead the way Stone's throw from the po po Bring on the heat So cold I'm froze like a sno-cone Coke nose and the go-gos We got the beat Dome blown from a bowl of the home grown Opium den, dope in the dojo Smoke smoke putting' holes in the ozone Show boat with a sold soul Broke broke like a joke Mofo got no dough Get low with your a** and your hips Scandalous Smackin' your lips Term K flick ash from the window Smooth cat move fast as the wind blow [Hook]