Artist: MellowHype f/ Mike G Album: BlackenedWhite Song: Loaded Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Hodgy Beats] Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale Bitch I'm makin chip off sales while sippin on white Zinfandael Probably sippin still cause it is my favorite flavor My beat wake the block up like Hodgy Beats hates all his neighbors They call the po'-po', I'm cocking back the 44 The one man army, my automatic Rose Gold Double Oh, subtract one numero from Seven Taking niggaz back to school like a bus ride for adolescents Wolves plottin for their Future like fuckin investments And I go so hard, that's why yo' bitch keep on caressin Flat iron and pressin, my VCR buttons But this a DVD so you can watch it with your cousins 2010, bitch we get it in Go ahead, tell yo' friends, I hope them bitches be twins Doobies in jacuzzis, white bitches with big booties I'm a pirate, goin after them diamonds and them rubies [Chorus: Mike G] + (Hodgy Beats) I be like, hello play them corners like their cellos It go crazy in the streets when the Hype gets Mellow (I got my feet up, laid back, smokin on a haze sack) (Sittin on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps) Makeshift millions, knockin down your buildings Know they fear me I'm a villain, stacking dollars to the ceiling (I'm on the corner for you, judge me I'll destroy your lawyer) (Outta Luckett like LeToya, Mellow one's too Hype to bore you) [Hodgy Beats] Girl you so sour but you sweet like candy Let's fuck in the forest, Mother Nature and Bambi Balling like Camby, organic like cran' be Glass house on the beach for when I want to getsSandy Everything is dandy, ask my nigger Handy I take a strike in +L.A+. lights like I'm +Dodgin+ with Manny Girls drop them panties, even their aunties... no grannies Grandma, I'm leakin on the beat like a tampon Phlegm spitting 'til my whole Odd Future camps on We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer Stay fresh before hoppin up in any shower Death to haters tryin to take minutes up off my hour I got the hood with me, I'm the nigga with the power Weed, co-caine, and the muh'fuckin zannies Me and Brain lurk together like a fuckin family [Chorus] [Mike G] I mastered this, in sessions I be last to hit But my confidence brim, that means there's none after this This rhyme spittin done turned me to a convict, I'm fuckin sick There's no resolution to this conflict Well, death might be one But there's no stoppin these Wolves, for your heads we come I'm a rider; garage got motorbikes in it They confused, scratch their heads like there's fuckin lice in it Party hard, man it's golden, have them hands foldin Mellow keep it rollin, that's how we stay loaded Like them fo'-fo's, they stay in them fo'-doors Bitches watch when they go slow, we pimp them hoes that drive Rodeo's and Volvo's, because they fuck with lame niggaz They ain't learn? Hatin niggaz, won't make your chain bigger You're comedy to me, and crowds flee when your shit's on You get fake applause like a TV sitcom