Artist: Mike G f/ Earl Sweatshirt, Taco Album: ALI Song: Stick Up Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Justin] Aiyyo, we gotta go over there, and we gotta swag it out this time Not like fuckin last time, nigga you almost slapped that blind bitch (Oh - my fault, my fault) Now, Earl.. make sure your lips don't stick to your ski mask Everybody knows you the only nigga with big lips and a big-ass forehead {You got big lips too!!} Now you over there; stop, st.. look! {*SNAPS FINGERS*} Aight? (What?) And remember, no names this time (yeah Justin) Dude, what the fuck man? Either way, it's a stick up [Mike G] Uhhh, yeah Hold up, it's a West coast stick up Sly Tendencies is in with me, I'm tryin get my rich up Talkin 'bout, raisin +Richie+ dog, I'm tryin get my +Rich+ up Good for you? Man I'll give you life like an elixir He sick, huh? [Eartl Sweatshirt] Oh yes, it's a, O.F. stick up Mike tell this bitch to put the donuts in the bag quicker, right Shit I strike, niggaz bite, bitches wife, hit up Christ It's a crisis, niggaz hands up like it's a heist Mike get 'em [Mike G] Hold up, who you said the winner was? I bet I'll finish quick and eat you faster than your dinner cause they ask why they fly and crash, I say you gotta land slow I'm Cancer yo, but healthy though, rap's new Rambo [Chorus: repeat 4X] It's a stick up, it's a stick up Put your hands in the air, it's a stick up [Earl Sweatshirt] Repeat, it's a stick up, out for greens, to get my Grinch up Listen bitch, get your kid and get down or get clipped up [Mike G] You hatin'? Just stop, we gon' blow, just watch Think not? Grind time, take yo' fuckin wristwatch [Earl Sweatshirt] All their fuckin' vCards, just to prove that we hard Get it? We hard, he bombards three broads Then dip out on another mish', them niggaz on that other shit Word to mother bitch, we hot as Southern summers is [Mike G] I'm smooth like Travolta, say they want a face off? I take off, I'm waitin for the pay-off, how that go? I rap slow but factual, don't get mad I'm rad fuckin awesome, a pimp like Chad swag High like kites, cliché, where we stay There's no such thing as replays, you live once, I just dump like trash trucks, blast up, no blast off [Earl Sweatshirt] Bust the chops, then a nut, then adjust the cock Now get your ass off [Chorus] [Mike G] Uhh~! Stepped in the door wavin the fo'-fo' and shot it at three whores, they wouldn't get on the floor Now they petrified, I'm comin for, everything you got And know you got a lot, why you think I'm runnin up in your spot? I said I don't play, bet I shoot this white girl and get away like O.J., this the life I live I'm talkin everyday Said I'd bust again, Sly said that I shouldn't Said I should, then a nigga looked at me like I wouldn't so I let one off, shattered glass, went through his ass, he extra soft And now I'm on a rampage, my partner grabbed the 12 gauge And threw it to me, started blastin, let three off, let fo' off and then I aimed at a nigga that wouldn't take off his jewelry like you brave 'til you lose consciousness But you dumb for fuckin with niggaz with guns and shit They tried to calm me down, but I'm ready to leave a nigga red Taco stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg, fuck! [Outro] [Taco] Oww! Ouch! God damn it man, what the fuck is your problem nigga? Fuck you and your feet nigga!!