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MELLOWHYPE lyrics : "Loaded"

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale
(*##$ I'm making chip off sales while sipping on White Zinfandael

Probably sipping 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 @@#!ing back the 44

The one man army, my automatic Rose Gold
Double O, subtract one numero from Seven
Taking ^!$$%s back to school like a bus ride for adolescence

Wolves plotting for their future like $#&@ing investments
And I go so hard, that's why your (*##$ keep on caressing
Flat iron and pressing my VCR buttons

But this a DVD so you can watch it with your cousins
2010, (*##$ we get it in
Go ahead and tell your friends, I hope them (*##$es be twins

Doobies in Jacuzzis, white (*##$es with big booties
I'm a pirate, going after them diamonds and them rubies


[Hook: Mike G]
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, smoking on a haze sack
Sitting on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps)
Makeshift millions, knocking 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)


[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
Girl you so sour but you're sweet like candy

Let's $#&@ in the forest, mother nature and Bambi
Balling like Camby, organic like cran' be
Glass house on a beach for when I want to get sandy

Everything is dandy, ask my ^!$$% Handy
I take a strike in L.A. Lights like I'm dodging with Manny
Girls drop them panties, even their aunties.. no grannies

Grandma, I'm leaking on the beat like a tampon
Fool, I'm spitting 'til my whole Odd Future camps on
We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer

Stay fresh before hopping up in any shower
Death to haters tryna take minutes up off my hour
I got the hood with me, I'm the ^!$$% with the power

Weed, cocaine, and the mutha$#&@in' Zannies
Me and Brain lurk together like a $#&@ing family


[Hook]

[Verse 3: 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 spitting done turned me to a convict

I'm $#&@ing sick, there's no resolution to this conflict
Well, death might be one
But there's no stopping these wolves, for your heads we come

I'm a rider, garage got motorbikes in it
They're confused, scratch their heads like theres $#&@ing 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 four-doors
(*##$es watch when they go slow, we pimp them hoes that drive Rodeo's

And Volvo's, because they $#&@ with lame ^!$$%s
They ain't learn? Hatin' ^!$$%s won't make your chain bigger
You're comedy to me and crowds flee when your %#@!'s on

You get fake applause like a TV sitcom

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