12 O'Clock Boys - Spank Rock

Where would all the flowers grow?

If I were to proceed

In smoking all this grass

Smoking all this grass

Where would all the bunnies go?

If I were to proceed

In blowing all this cash

Blowing all this cash

Niggas balled out till they fouled out

Bitch niggas big lips pouted out

Sprout don’t be a hurt trout

Take it in, come around to my house

Got big green meadows

Get mellow under the palmettos

Breeze through the trees sound just like a cello

Bling in the springs stream straight to the ghetto

Trap round the block

Cop, smoke, drink, cop, non-stop

Boys is hot

Socks, flip flops, white on top

Came up sipping from the same cup

Made me, I ain’t never made much

Same mother fuckers trying to save us enslaved us

Same named us (nigga I’m a lift it up)

But you loved the label

Love to be thug niggas love they labels

Name brand bigger than the man

When stocks go up graves go in demand

Botanic

Burn through hydroponics

Niggas can’t see too clear

Future looks all myopic

All these grown ass niggas

Looking all embryonic

I breeze this Hakim Bey

Sniff these astronautics

Trap round the block

Cop, smoke, drink, cop, non-stop

Boys is hot

Socks, flip flops, white on top

ALL MY 12 O’CLOCK BOYS!!!