Lipton Lyrics

[U-God] Yo, yo, magnificent high score, master plan, the crowd roar Throw up daily dosage, get ready for the down pour Human cannonball, matador, standing next to door Battle ya'll, sound more, get ready for the round four Ground war, jigsaw, bearhug, bearclaw Slimeball, crime bosses, you better count your losses Dark lord, divorce court, hot sauce, the pen glide Then fly, Bangkok, Chinese, Shanghai Red wine, fed time, bring crime, the cake rise Take mines, break spines, watch for them snake eyes Break ties, shake thighs, watch how them dollars flow Scholar's home, monotone, crush 'em on they collarbone Cyclone, you styrofoam, up against the Wu brand Big gun to hold it, it's gonna take two hands Check the newstand, I'm running with the Manual Flammable, animals, call me a dynamo Hannibal on elephants, got you in a stranglehold Black man legal Gambino and my bangles gold Hand in the finger bowl, your face is on my chrome gauge Strapped with a bomb, gonna blow you to the Stone Age [Chorus: Mike Ladd] Woo ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooooh Ay, ay, the way she shake it Ay, ay, I can't take it Ay, ay, the way she take it Ay, ay, I can't shake it [U-God] Yo, ever ready wordplay, conscious survey Mountains fall crumble, impact your chestplate Heavyweight, ankles swing, therapy Bowflex Snowman, gold kid, melt you in your vortex Raw sex vibe, ultraviolet on the sex drive Forty five wives, new silent with my tech nines Respect mine in chalk line, smash for your drama talk Backflips, somersault, chopped by the tomahawk Pop off, mozoltov, stung by the voodoo Old school, new school, invest like the Jews do Your broke ass, no class, broadcast on YouTube Fake boobs, handjobs, state troops to damn slobs Hate you, fuck off, hate you with duck sauce Feathers get, plucked off, when I cough with ink dust Linked up, inked up, strokes from the paintbrush Go for your taste buds, shrooms and I stay buzzed Music for your forehead, smashed on your horse face Wu on the warhead, crash through your tourgates [Chorus] [Hook: Mike Ladd] Scott knocks, is on the ball Let's rock, she love the boss Oh god, she loves the mutt Jump up, and go for my mine It's so deep, you get cross-eyed Take that heat, and roll outside Black handprints on the wall Black handprints on the wall [Chorus] [U-God] I say I'm pimping, bitches on kneepads Lipton, sipping the tea bagU-God f/ Mike Ladd - Lipton - http://motolyrics.com/u-god-f-mike-ladd/lipton-lyrics.html