Artist: Roscoe f/ Sleepy Brown
Album:  Philaphornia
Song:   Head to Toe
Typed by: fywhla@yahoo.com

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]
Cause I stay laced (from head to toe)
Got the three wheel motion (sip on some more)
Such a good feelin' (and I'm so high)
I blow my smoke in the sky (call out the gangsta cry)
La da da da, da da da da, la da da da, da da da da
La da da da, da da da da, la da da da, da da da da

[Roscoe]
Low key, O.G. (it's Roscoe the Soto)
I'm blowin' dodo on the low-low (duck, duckin' po-po)
I'm known to hit the city traffic grippin' the milli-matic for static
Catch me all up in your Bentley jackin' your stereo system, drillin' at it
One eye open for the law, through it all we delinquents
(Yeah) awol at Juvi' Hall
With a stink scent from chronic all throughout my car
THC all throughout my cigar
With a drink, bent, 'bout to vomit all over the yard
My loose pit's freely roamin' the reservoir
My tooth chipped, now I spit better bars
My crew sick, pursuin' the stars and the shoe fits
We not the ones to hate on or fool with
On one, the wrong Young Guns to screw with
We assassin's (from head to toe), stay into it
War with us is Russian roulette

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]
Cause I stay laced (from head to toe)
Got the three wheel motion (sip on some more)
Such a good feelin' (and I'm so high)
I blow my smoke in the sky (call out the gangsta cry)
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da da

Hey, when I feel like smokin'
Uh hurry up Shante, roll the 'dro
Oh work it out, little mamma
Let me see yo' ass scrub the floor
And oooh Lord, this straight Hennessy hittin' the spot
And oooh Lord, partyin' like it's the last day I got

Cause I stay laced (from head to toe)
Got the three wheel motion (sip on some more)
Such a good feelin' (and I'm so high)
I blow my smoke in the sky (call out the gangsta cry)
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da da

[Roscoe]
Yeah, they call me Young 'Scoe, Goodie's, Dungeon Family
From ATL to L.A. all day, and Philly-Philly
See me dippin' with my Eastside thugs and my Westside gangstas
Kid with the purddy mouth, reppin' the dirty South
Roscoe, Pico, Rico, Sleepy, and C-Lo (yeah)
We rollin' Geo's on the D-low in G-mode
Now this is what it sounds like when the G's cry
We ease up, speed by ya and squeeze fire
Up by coastal Don, I'm off the wire
And I'm bulletproof attirin' 'til the day I retire
Me and bro, we share two heat's and one vest
We keep 'em underneath the seats, so come test
The young jackrabbit, with a bad habit to jab rapid
Rap addict ever since I first took a stab at it
Up in the lab, slash addict with the studio
Set up and the wall's padded, yeah

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown] - X 2
Cause I stay laced (from head to toe)
Got the three wheel motion (sip on some more)
Such a good feelin' (and I'm so high)
I blow my smoke in the sky (call out the gangsta cry)
La da da da, da da da da, la da da da, da da da da
La da da da, da da da da, la da da da, da da da da