Текст песни Archer - Mike G feat. Larry Susan
1:
Mike
G
Peep
game,
I
come
through
in
every
street
lane
Roll
my
wheels
more
than
major
stoners
do
their
favorite
strain
And
the
one
i'm
with
can
drink
until
all
bottles
are
drained
With
me,
she
feel
like
she
dancing
on
the
wings
of
a
plane
Things
will
never
be
the
same,
homie
my
whole
home
team
are
household
names,
and
still
with
so
much
to
gain
My
flow
is
so
golden,
you
can
put
it
in
a
chain
Aim
for
more
than
a
name,
how
you
think
we
live
the
same
When
you
not
flossin,
hardly
I
drink
Hennessey,
she
on
Bacardi
We
don't
mind
starting
problems
as
long
as
we
start
a
party
Call
your
job,
tell
em
to
schedule
a
replacement
Cause
these
pills
will
get
you
so
high,
they
might
send
you
to
the
matrix
Let's
ride,
side
to
side
as
my
eyes
arise
at
Half
past
nine,
watch
me
like
halftime,
I
mastered
this
So
slick
I
could
prolly
smash
your
chick
Because
of
Mike,
they
put
the
G
in
the
alphabet
Find
me
riding
in
a
foreign
and
I
don't
know
where
I'm
going
And
we
ain't
getting
in
til
ten
in
the
morning
If
I'm
on
it,
then
she
on
it,
if
she
got
it,
then
I
want
it
If
you
looking
to
tomorrow,
but
you
living
for
the
moment
Fist
pump
it,
hell
yeah
If
you
bout
it,
show
me
something
Rockstar,
I'ma
keep
it
going
if
I
see
you
jumping
Fist
pumping,
hell
yeah
If
you
bout
it,
show
me
something
Rockstar,
I'ma
keep
it
going
if
I
see
you
jumping
2:
Larry
Susan
Smoking
like
a
rasta
in
a
flying
saucer
Mix
between
Jamey
Jasta
and
Kevin
Costner
Eating
mushrooms
on
lasagna
pasta,
I'm
a
monster
Illegal
funds,
that's
my
foster,
keep
your
posture
Or
you'll
scratched
from
the
roster,
drugs
in
school
lockers
Blondes
with
big
knockers,
what's
for
dinner?
Lobster
Smoking
blunts
in
the
outfield
with
Holden
Caulfield
On
that
real
kill,
making
money
turn
like
a
windmill
Flip
the
intel
in
the
rental,
back
to
grinding
banging
instrumentals
Your
girlfriend
says
hello
She
gags
so
well
though,
she
ate
my
Larry
Jell-O
Oh
well,
bitch
don't
kill
my
mellow,
Susan
Find
me
riding
in
a
foreign
and
I
don't
know
where
I'm
going
And
we
ain't
getting
in
til
ten
in
the
morning
If
I'm
on
it,
then
she
on
it,
if
she
got
it,
then
I
want
it
If
you
looking
to
tomorrow,
but
you
living
for
the
moment
Fist
pump
it,
hell
yeah
If
you
bout
it,
show
me
something
Rockstar,
I'ma
keep
it
going
if
I
see
you
jumping
Fist
pumping,
hell
yeah
If
you
bout
it,
show
me
something
Rockstar,
I'ma
keep
it
going
if
I
see
you
jumping
3:
Mike
G
I
love
living
lavish
When
I
was
young,
I'd
rock
the
hat
backwards
like
Ash
Gotta
catch
all
the
cash
And
I
spent
it
when
I
had
it,
thought
I
was
so
fly
I
forget
my
flight
status
every
time
someone
would
ask
But
that's
nothing
new
if
you
knew
this
particular
individual
Situation
critical,
when
citizens
get
uncivil
So
stress
less,
especially
if
I'm
in
your
concerns
I
could
repeat
myself,
they
still
wouldn't
learn
So
you
may
find
me
riding
in
a
business
whip
through
business
districts
Around
suits
and
business
men
but
I
don't
feel
like
one
of
them
And
once
again,
nothing
without
progression
You
feel
like
screaming
to
the
heavens
every
time
that
you
win
So
fist
pump,
hell
yeah
If
you
bout
it,
show
me
something
For
all
my
brothers
and
cousins
riding
down
the
block
busting
For
all
my
sisters,
sh-shawty
hope
you
never
stop
hustling
Haters
can
stand
in
the
way
but
we
ain't
stopping
for
nothing
Left
Brain:
I
feel
you,
my
nigga
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