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ATMOSPHERE lyrics : "The Stick Up (feat. Eyedea)"

(SLUG)
Ho's and tramps, $#&@s and !@#%s
(*##$es, scams, tits, butts

(*##$es be creamin for this 8-inch demon
And when you hear me screamin I'm about to free the !@&(
Wipe myself off on ya couch cover

If she talks any trash I'll flash my boxcutter
'Cuz I'm rougher than any pimp ya had in ya life, ho
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle

Kill that bull%#@!, cuz if baby gets spiteful
I'm lacin her liquor with some piss and some lysol
Rollin a %#@! brown Lincoln eatin a stickybun

Spot-check the flock, PIG ONE is gonna give me some
Cuz I'm a freak, I like the girls with tattoos
Yo I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru!

I'll take em two at a time, make em both say my name
Ain't ever had three, but best believe that I'm game!
And that's the key, game

Girl, I fit words like Scrabble
The inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle
Cruisin lakestreet, gene-pool ridin shotgun

Got the flyest trickies from the Mississippi to Boston
I got a house full of !@$^ to keep the vibe warm,
The door's always open honey, come outta the storm

Yo I got daddys' little girls, ones that always stay true
Got an uptown girl, she dyes her pubic hair blue
And I got a (*##$ that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavor

She travels on business, I'm gettin down with her neighbors
I got a freak, drives a bus, shows me love with the free rides
A hundred hos in Saint Paul, but only one from eastside

Got a Bloomington (*##$ with a pool at her appartment
Rugburns all over from $#&@in her on the carpet
Got the mega mall hos make em all work the food court

Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports
Got stripper (*##$es, body jewels and fake !@%$
Got a ho that lives in Fargo for when I escape the city

But my favorite one outta all of em is your girl
I sway the tongue, never once have I been forceful
She lays it on like it's a job that she loves

Yo whose lips are these? the response is always "Slug's"
The Richfield (*##$es freak the lip gloss and hairspray
And downtown women that like to $#&@ on the staircase

Northside chicks, southside chicks, suburban chicks
Love to open married women up to the perverted mix!
Disturbin your relationship, excuse my morals

I work it with the way I trick em out, silly mortals
The words I kick, the sport I play, know what to say
When I'm sittin at this buffet with all these tasty morsels!

But my favorite one outta all of em is your girl
I sway the tongue, never once have I been forceful
She lays it on like it's a job that she loves

Yo whose lips are these? the response is always Slug's
Cruisin down the street in my baby's mom's capris
Febuary, got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece

Hit the bus depot, yo bu, you kinda cute
Give me nine and a half weeks
And I'll have that freak [sniffin tude?]

Distribute income across the rotten fruited plain
I know it's hard bein young girl let me soothe the pain
I understand you baby, straight up I understand

Now lift up your $$# so I can pull these $#&@in pants down
The only ones I don't do is those under 18
Or at least I keep that %#@! a secret if you know what I mean

I got !@#%s that love to give head, and I love to watch
The way they move they heads up and down my...

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