Supa Bwe - Taxi Lyrics

[Supa Bwe:]
Damn, this is that good weed
This why he taxed me
Damn, this got me goofy
Damn, we smoking in taxi

I got the potent it's rolled up
Jump out the whip where we show up
I brought some hoes who gon' show out
They came with me cause I throw up

[Carl:]
Damn
Expect the unexpected
Don't come here unprotected
Hold on just a second
I've been waiting patient
Fuck this tech detection
What I want I take it
Take it undetected
Under pressure faded
Fuck you almost famous
All my niggas shameless
Damn, almost famous
Had to say that shit again
Y'all too jaded
Damn, me and my niggas go way back
Damn, oh this your hoe she ain't say that
Damn, looking for Carl in a needle stack
Damn, Hurt Everybody like Beatles rap
Wow, this is the shit that they warned me about
Use to hate on me they swarming me now
Help me back out
I get so high I stay up like the DOW
Check out my stock why I'm so loud
Yell at the top of my lungs from a cloud
Way more important shit than you and I
Hard to be selfless cause humble don't fly
Like a bumble bee, bust till I d-I-e
Kush in my Coogie I feel like I'm B.I.G
Shots like I'm Curry
Come through like Miyagi
See I be racing racing
I'm a triathlete, I'm actually

[Supa Bwe:]
Always racing baby
Baby I'm an athlete
Always landing standing
Standing I got Kathie
Roll up an extension
'Xtension in this backseat
Smoke all on the ceiling
Ceiling of this taxi

Damn, this is that good weed
Damn, this why he taxed me
Damn, this got me goofy
Damn, we smoking in taxi

I got the potent it's rolled up
Jump out the whip where we show up
I brought some hoes who gon' show out
They came with me cause I throw up

Damn, this is that good lean
Damn, don't worry what's in my cup
Damn, this shit a movie
Damn, don't worry what's in my cup

[XVRHLDY:]
You getting tears in your drink
Don't worry bout a thing, ay
Tears in your drink
Don't worry bout a thing, ay
Pockets full of dreams
I got what you need, ay
Cups full of dreams
I got what you need, ay
I got what you need
Stars and planets, darkness dancing
I got what you need
Technicolor hoes and lovers
I got what you need

Ricochet on records
I've been slaving effort
This the maiden voyage
This The Dead Occasion
Candles flick and sparkle
This a Dead Occasion
Blood Italian marble
That's my dedication
That's fluorescent sorrow
That's dimension dropping
I'm a modern marvel
We burning the maximum
I see why they taxed him
We burning the maximum, maximum