Son & Pops - Tommy Tee

I’m mad hungry please give me your take

In absolute forgiveness give me your break

(Got no food better hand me whatever the fucks on your plate)

Now gimme some space I’m going Hollywood give me a face

(Gimme some production skills

Nah that’s way too late

Been having that shit man

But please give me a raise)

And please give me a taste of sweet life sufficient leg

(Don't gimme no hate

Please pass me that faith)

And god give me some grace

(And god get rid of the snakes)

And god show these fake Mcs their place

(Yeah this is Norway buddy

Nuthin' 52nd state)

Man you lost in space

(And you lost in mistakes)

And your boss thinks your great

Like you frost with the flake

(You snorting the way on minimum wage)

How’s that for living in a cage

(And how’s that for living like a slave)

Old school like a motherfucker

(Hot tub face)

Walking through the barbershop like I’m (Big Daddy Kane)

Walk up on the stage like that dude’s kinda brain

(No that dude’s kinda lame buddy

Dude need some fame)

Those dudes got enough chain don’t know where to aim

(And those corny motherfuckers must but be out they’re fucking brains)

Even forty motherfuckers couldn’t handle what I gave

(And the forty motherfucker going out his fucking frame)

You don’t know what the fuck we about

Son & Pops, Son & Pops

Loudmouf Son & Pops

Don’t call me your brother

See I don’t need siblings

Your not ghetto, your not living in a government building

(But we about to make a killing

Doing it for the children

Working out the decade

After that I’m chilling)

Chilling (Chilling)'

Not gon have these doors like dealing

(But chilling, knocking up these whores with no feelings)

You’re kidding

(Think I did it but I didn’t

Thought you new

When I’m on the mic I’m bullshitting)

Better get in where you fit in

The messages are hidden

The types to do the long range worldwide spitting

(And your (?) is off trying to hide you feelings

Your fruit cakes is off dancing on the ceiling)

After the laughter the tears come spilling

(If you’re asking for bastards

We’re about to hurt your feelings)

Nasty disasters audience we grill us

(The '06 audio too we top building)

You see Opaque on the bed

On a chick ass like he baking the bread

Shaking her tits and she resist and he breaking the leg

Fry her ass like bacon and egg

Shit there even cake on the head