Bad Humor - Huey Briss, Da$h

Yeah, so

Yeah

So

Nigga

Yeahhh, so

Get to, laughin' when a nigga died, got bad humor

Tell your bitch to get around like a bad rumor

Bad (?)

Mad grabba and a backwood

Now she tattoo’in

My name on her, brain

Snatchin' put the game on her

Blade runner what she turn into like a Transformer

Its Young Pyscho analytical

This shit I’m spittin' Biblical

Let the hammer off and pivot so it’s pivotal

I get so high, feel like a nigga goin' digital

Hit the blunt and turn into an MP3

You can’t see me

Heard about him through the grapevine

All my niggas never snitchin'

Had to take time

Why you think I practice patients?

I am the best when in the room, there’s no debatin'

My society is secret like a Mason

Life is chess, you get the check before the mating

A nigga gained his reputation punchin' faces

Rippin' blunts up off they pack, I hope I make it

They know if a nigga strapped, i know imma make it

Whole shit is for the taking

Yeah, so

Nigga

This rap shit might be just a waste

So I’m sellin' Bieber just in case

As long as she love me, I’ll be straight

We all make mistakes, but God doesn’t

My hood tell me «keep it raw, cousin»

I’m Grace Park to the pallbearer

Carry me, bury me

Roll a four gram wood, just for therapy

Nothing could prepare me for the future I was handed

Ain’t no way around it, cause I’m used to all the madness

Peep the junkie in the alley, chase the feeling, you can have it

I get chill bumps when I think about Atlantic

Kids who spoke Spanish, shootin' hammers by my granny house

Home-girl took one in the titty just for standing out

Bullets ain’t picky, shit can get tricky

Gangsters ain’t wearin' Dickies, rather wear Fendi

Long Beach city, North side crippy

One time trippin', lunch time nigga

Yeah

(Woo-hoo! That’s what I’m talkin' about nigga!)

Tap dancin' on you fuck niggas