Thats Just Gold - Specifics

My couch basement

Layin in the cut about eight

It’s rainin outside, my mouth dry like I was

Just blazin

Brain rush when the celly ring, or two way, or

Just a phone

Fuck it though it ain’t essentially linked to me

Bustin flows

My bro, Cousins, a couple biddies a clutch a

Dozen cols suds

And smoke too so if it’s booze, then I

Must’ve known

The crew is cruisin cross the second narrows

Bridge

And got tickets to a show, you set to go?

They heard crickets

Gut laced with hunger pains, maybe another

Day

He chuckled and sayin son if you must we

Could hit up Subway

So it was on, rolled equipped with old timbs

And flip my bridges long

So I could get rich like any pimp to broads

Drippin fog and I ducked in the whip in

Shotgun while guzzlin a sip

My coffee mug is topped to the brim

Nod to kittens in the back

My man Fat passed his service in Europe

He hit the gas the bitches passin' me

Bourbon

As I capped it I was jokin with them folks

From the fairer sex

So Joe was on the phone, the girls a go are

We there uh yet?

I’m laughin, no, let Abten know the plan for

The jam is to meet in the street

And have a smoke before we hit the VIP

He’s like peace, click, and reach for the weed

Quick

And chickens in the back ain’t doin nouthing

But gigglin

Shit a man in my position more concerned

With that jigglin

Mental note, player, fuck the front, later sit

With them

I’m seein hearts like it’s heaven and the

Lemon hart helps

Young men and women get a good start as

The whip darts

Though the dark elements and Pettit take

Us where we gotta get

Cuz the real party starts at eleven kid

The 80 of gin

My name on the list

The lanes that we switch

That’s just gold

The ladies are twist

Just babes in whips

Canadian prince

That’s just gold

Rollin down the window kid, skippin on the

Disc, with the chicks poking him

Yo we got any disco?

It’s Joe with the conference call phone

Blowin up with yall folks

That’s already at the club, but we got it all

Stole a glance up in the mirror at my hat and

Stuff

Buzzin starin at them ladies in the cut and

Wearin nothing much

Wink she flashin me ivories

Teeh sink on bluntwrap, pass that reef beside me

She tongue that

Jelous of ya lime green beverage

Torrential hail the high beams as we french

Inhale

And cut back as the engine wailin through

The guts of hastings

Reach down my legs it’s Van Halen

Yo she got it, wanna get our shuck and jive

Goin

If we gettin drunk I’m lookin forward to the

Ride home

They said the club is yes bumpin, son, all I

See is wet road refection

Cold leather on my neck

It’s the west coast

Gray depths of the old growth oak

Through at such place they become death

Tones

Go

Runnin red, if you see the fuzz duck your

Head miss, the whip will seat enough

If we had one less

And get your fist up speedy when you spot a

Cyclops or a beetle on the street or off a

Sidewalk

It’s worth a six pack, pass the shit back, I’m

Finna get blasted we missed the first act

Joey’s chillin, yo the hoes be grillin us

Suppose me, I don’t give a shit, he’s

Indifferent

Soon as I blink, now she wink, should be a

Good week

The sweetest thing of any evening is the pre

Drink