STUCK LIKE CHUCK

Hold up, this Krafty beat Smokin' big woods to the face, gotta take my meds Why they keep playin' dog music, but they know that he dead And my pocket stay stacked up, just like a loaf of bread Yeah, her face pretty and ass fat, but I just want the head Bitches be on my dick so much since I got the dreads Got a mind of a maniac, but I ain't Lil' Boosie I'm a real street nigga dog, feelin' like I'm Gucci Told her get in doggy style position when I'm in the coochie Got lights, camera, action, bitch, let's make a movie Bullets flyin' out the Mac-10, they thought it was a Uzi Let me switch the flow and tell y'all how to stack y'all pros up Get the bag and flip the bag in the custos, gon' show up Keep a mag in case they try to blast, better load up Man, it ain't hard to stay mute, how niggas fold up Would've thought it was 10 degrees, how doggy froze up Man, up the stick on em and he froze He a bitch made punk Tryna beef with us Nigga, gon' be Stuck like Chuck Got so much chicken in my denims, can hear my pockets clucking No wonder why these bird-headed hoes flockin' all of a sudden Got this bitch givin' me mean head, she so ferocious My fiend always pull up breath on ten he got halitosis If I walk on all of my ice, it'll remind you of Moses Up the 4-4 on a nigga and he start strikin' poses This ain't a camera, this a magnum, equipped with the flash Niggas start runnin' fast, as Flash when these bullets blast If this 50 cal hit your whip, you gon' spin and crash Spin the block and drop a whole 60 while I'm speedin' past Leave a nigga burnt like some bread that's left in the toaster Hip-hurtin', toatin ' this big bitch, cause I ain't got no holster All this paper on me, not the kind that you use for folders Start my mornin' off with coffee cups, I ain't drinkin' Folger's Unc bagging' up 20 rocks, same size as boulders Hard body, solid ass nigga, I'm a fuckin' soldier Rez in the kitchen with a baby, so I bought a stroller Put a nice tag on his head, now he a organ donor Don't get mad at me, get your bitch, cause I can't control her Fucked my side bitch, picked her up and put her on my shoulder Baby girl pussy wet as hell, she came super soaker I swim and dive when I'm in it, I'm a deep stroker Blow a zip of Za's in one day, I'm a true smoker My favorite crackhead just text me, said, meet him at Kroger's Whip it up in a circular motion so I can get overs I knew I had Grade A, cause I seen it shimmerin' through the plastic Hood nigga stash a hundred racks up under my mattress My son's only five, and I let them shoot the choppers for practice If you scared pussy, go to church and become a Baptist