Bishop Lamont Lunch Time Lyrics

We bout to take it back to school
Being on the mike tabletops, bishop and nice food
Cooler than I ... nice plastic or when I play pool
Domino fat scraps blowing up like fatty coop
Sipping out broken, ain’t no picture playing violin
Higher man, something red hot I speed like fireman
I am what I am, like popeye and ...
Man hot damn, you’re not flier higher than
Yours truly, unruly, can’t move me
You moolie, you stooly,
I’ll kidnap your cutie, take her back
To my flat and make a porno movie
Bust nut on her back and let it trickle down her booty
Like nuts and shoes, sluts gonna choose
That pimp with a limp in them crispy white shoes
Airforce, 4force , that’s what I’m about
So don’t try to kid playboy, get knocked the f*ck out

It’s lunch time, beat on the tables
We don’t have to rewind
Smashing us tickets then we’re cutting the line
Before time is up, put up your books
And bust your rhyme x 2

I’m definitely in the house, you know? Most definitely, I flow slow so effortlessly
I’m so low, but who know go second like me
My whole record is gree, I’m on record indeed
The whole west is with me nigga
What you mean, like you ain’t f*cking with o consecutive street
Go and collect you degree, I’m throwing records for G’s
A hundred G’s I breathe for 40 seconds and leave
Yeah, I’m hit to backburn game
That’s why I play the corner like path certain, yeah
Bishop Lamont in war in G, war with me
Niggas get caught, the shit that you drop is boring me
I figured you flop, the minute the plot
Is finished, I pin it and stop
Off the rocks, unorthodox, until the coffin locks
Yeah, often job for the love
Because I ain’t off the slut

It’s lunch time, beat on the tables
We don’t have to rewind
Smashing us tickets then we’re cutting the line
Before time is up, put up your books
And bust your rhyme x 2