lyrics from my songs in one song

Wha wha wha what… get the fuck out the way! beats by meatz 707, Spaz in this bitch! Gangster Beats by Meats… let’s ride. [Verse 1] Wha wha wha what, get the fuck out the way, it’s time to strut, Stayin’ alive, walkin’ my mutt with coffee in my mug. People hatin’, mean muggin’, they probably strugglin’, Don’t know how to juggle five bitches — that’s rude, not dudes. Bitches fine as hell, some can’t spell but smell real good, They live wit’ me in da hood, you understood. 6969 All Wood Street, Thetas where they at, Beats by Meats — wash it clean and neat, trim, I’m above the rim. Got hops, I don’t fuck wit’ cops, my opps is cops, Everyone else doesn’t stop, they know I’ll pop. Hop over my fence and shoot, walk over take they loot, Kick ‘em with my boots — hooty hooo! (Hooooooty hooooo!) I got you and your boo, you scared? You should be. I don’t care, I’ll light a flare, stick it up yo’ ass, double dare me. I scare myself, I’m not right, I am white, Go right there’s nothing left, go left there’s nothing right… Except me — solid and tight. [Verse 2] Cruise night in my ‘70 Chevelle, dual headlights, 350 rev rev revvin’, gear drive, high posi rear end that smokes. My car ain’t no joke, 3-and-a-half inch flows slanted out the back, Three bitches in the back, yak in my hand — my favorite drink. Beats by Meats bumpin’, slappin’ out my 15 inch subs, Slanging dubs out my window, smokin’ my indo, chronic not pretend. Oh oh oh it’s time to roll, hit that bowl, Puff puff pass — not the bud, your ass, I got more grass. Now I want a fat ass twerking and working on me, It’s me — sly pale male white guy, I don’t lie. I eat pie, tie you up, eat yo’ pie and say bye bye. I ain’t gay, I ain’t bi, spread her like a sandwich for two — me, not you. This year is my year, bend over I’ll do you in the rear, Check your fluids, drain it, slip and slide, make a mess, dive right back in it. Jump out, turn the lights out, knock knock knock her out — I’m that dick do, that’s what my dick does, cuzz. Not crip, ba ba blood. Before my next mission, let’s have a smoke session. [Verse 3] Hand me a pipe, I’m the Great White Hype, Still hit this pipe when I rap, I’m nothing nice. I’ll kill all 3 blind mice, my homie got lice from this bitch so he called ICE — shit was funny. I’m out here making money. If you call your wife honey, keep her close, I’m that K, that bee, that honey bee — she wanna get at me, you’ll see. I’m not cocky, I’m stocky, confident in what I can do. Fuck it, she’s calling me, I gotta go get this hoe. Come wit’ me, we’ll both knock on your door, bet that bitch drop to the floor. Smores whores I sell in my stores next to the liquor, Yiggity yak, toe backs and split wigs, favorite drink a little smack and yak. Won’t see ‘em for a month but they back wit’ packs, Hiding out back, running from the cops — fuck the cops! Pop pop pop — why you shooting? I thought you said cops? Nope, I said oops… let’s shoot some hoops. Watch bitches in hula hoops, mini skirts, ski skirt, beef skirt, steak is great. Yum yum, put some more liquor in my cup, that’s what’s up. Brothers at heart is my crew, we tag it anywhere on anything, we don’t care. I did my name “Spaz” wit’ a flare tip, Did yo’ mom wit’ my dick tip — leave a tip, she got that kung fu grip. Bitch tied me down, started to whip me, she freaky, I hit the door, she yelled come back for some more — yeah right, sure. Now I play ball catch wit’ my son… ‘Til this bitch ran by me wit’ a thong on — now I’m Long Duck Dong again. [Outro] 4:20, let’s smoke, not worry… Ba ba ba, Beats by Meats, Spaz 707. I’m out here doing it screwing it. Every little bit… Gangster Beats by Meats, nikka spaz We out.