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Expensive Habit
02:37
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I'm wearing brand new adidas and levi's jeans
blue navy wayfarers and my haircut is clean
I've got a giants polo that I keep pristine
club level at oracle is more my scene
I dont sip lean that shit is for teens
I just stick to blue label and macallan 18
holes on the green golfing with my drinking team
dont forget the fernet thats my listerine
I'm trying to live the dream in santa barbara right
bayliner docked underneath the harbor lights
aggressive ass bums instigating a fight
and Imma put that shit out like a marlboro light
you trap rappers aint crafty thinkers
I'm cold water the official dick shrinker
Zamon put me on another level you clowns
and I aint showing any signs of settling down
mixing up new drinks in the cuts of gurp city yall
titos and white claw is what we call a titty claw
red cups welfare margaritas
made with cuervo the shittiest tequila
I drink 1942 I'm in another tax bracket
obsessed with music I'm a studio addict
costs a little something but you know I have it
no chance of rehab of my expensive habit
when I drop a little something I dont think nothing of it
all the time and money I spend
I pop the champagne on the golfing range
while my girl goes shopping again
some go gambling or stay at the bar
some scramble just to hit that pipe
I need to create I'm in the studio late
thats how we make this shit sound tight
I'm 44 with a mutha fuckin beer belly
some say I'm an OG already
I'm an idiot savant about to sell you what you don't want
penny stocks from stratton oakmont
some are ok being led the wrong way
not a fan of kanye or kellyanne conway
people know me from back in the day
supermarket in phoenix knockin over displays
then I made a lot of music when I moved to the bay
with fist fam z-man luke sick and eddie k
topr mike marshall conceit and bored stiff
knowing artists like this is what make me legit
I produce my own shit its evident I'm good at it
some call it a hobby but I call it a habit
truthfully I'm who I want to be
I just do what I do professionally
when I drop a little something I dont think nothing of it
all the time and money I spend
I pop the champagne on the golfing range
while my girl goes shopping again
some go gambling or stay at the bar
some scramble just to hit that pipe
I need to create I'm in the studio late
thats how we make this shit sound tight
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the beat is def and the rhymes are clever
and you will agree there's no emcees better
cuz we are the dealers shuffling the cards
and were staying up late because we dont have jobs
cuz the beat is def and the rhymes are clever
enjoying wine women and song at our leisure
cherry spades on the table and we're playing the odds
best believe that we've been blessed by the rap gods
open up the rhyme book now I need a vision
focus write a couple of lines of how i'm livin
oh its one of those times when you were in paradise
and I had a pair of dice ready to throw em
performing with that greatness I got a cadence
created by slaves brought over on slave ships
now I'm champagne babblin rap battlin
name me after a pen z dazzlin
my main man brandon b brought us an audience
they wanna get to know me well and its obvious
I eat everything with chop sticks always got a hot sip
that holds me hostage blowed and obnoxious
yo I had to accept that my lifestyle is glamerous
and polyamorous and Im outlandish man
we at the party with these up tight breads
fuckin corn balls we gone crawl up in they head
we're the spectacles your girl only got one leg
what I prefer walks in with a half a keg
in the corner with a boom box blasting tapes
hold up my imagination escapes and my heart breaks
when I spill grapes of an elegant taste
these women are looking great but they elephant faced
we'll never forget that we was the shit up in they place
no mistakes addidas sweat suits and fat shoe laces
the beat is def and the rhymes are clever
and you will agree there's no emcees better
cuz we are the dealers shuffling the cards
and were staying up late because we dont have jobs
cuz the beat is def and the rhymes are clever
enjoying wine women and song at our leisure
cherry spades on the table and we're playing the odds
best believe that we've been blessed by the rap gods
whos got the windex for this window in time
to get up out of my mind and write down a couple lines
and invoke the divine I'm a zodiac dancer
writing in the stars a 23 bar stanza
imagine me dragon my balls across your face
is what I say to yall who dont give me my space
I'm in the place to be mentally
my domain is expensive de la romanie conte
theres so many faulty wine brokers
and I aint gonna spend a dime on these jokers
takin selfies in a cold jacuzzi
while youre driking barefoot eating gas statation sushi
me and Z be avoiding the floosies
eskimo blues brothers akroid & belushi
holler at us next time in the bay
we'll take you to the $5 buffet
cuz were the bachelor nation not ABC
through my incarceration you were there for me
if I could turn back time you would plainly see
security at walgreens had nothing on me
it was no holds barred in Vrse's old backyard
hoes at the playing table yelling lets play cards
we would stay up for hours just playin some spades
no idea that the weed that we had was nade
the beat is def and the rhymes are clever
and you will agree their's no emcees better
cuz we are the dealers shuffling the cards
and were staying up late because we dont have jobs
the beat is def and the rhymes are clever
enjoying wine women and song at our lesure
cherry spades on the table and we're playing the odds
best believe that we've been blessed by the rap gods
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Time Is Too $hort (skit)
02:41
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ahh yea fellas make some noise out there
thats Candi workin it for ya steppin down
available for your next table dance
and dont forget for next two songs and
two songs only we got $20 blue label shots
so fellas get your tippin dollars ready
put your rent money on stage
we got sexy savanna comin up next
and just a reminder to you all you comers here tonight
make sure you tip your DJ alright
cuz I come from TD's West, miracle mile
where we tip the door man, the waitress, we tippin everybody
ah hold up this is old school short dog
is this what you want to dance to savanna?
oh Im definitely
recognize game I'm in your city
tell us your name show us your tats
turn the beat up this shit slaps
no matter the cup I'm spittin tittyfied raps
day shift and we got the place jumpin
floor management aint gonna say nothin
show em how we do it in the bay
and if you aint broke then tip the DJ
aye you cant tell me shit
time is too $hort abbreviate it
my boy is the owner and we're related
3 titty claws and your straight faded
this beat is hot yea we made it
bootleg friday for adult entertainment
give a shout to the talent scout
if you wanna try out then bring em out bring em out
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I'm not a rapper I just know how to rap
is what I tell 'em Gurp City they dont know about that
cuz I've been eating chicken wings spilling sauce on my lap
thats why I'm late but lets not get hung up on that
fool I aint working tomorrow and as a matter of fact
I just took my sabbatical I'm never going back
its like that me and Pause are illiact
tonight were doing that my folks got my back because
this time you're gonna want me
I know that I'm coming saucy
by now you should know I'm nice
Gurp City we control the dice
we're getting paid real well but we aint got jobs
I aint never DJing again at the elks lodge
got socked in my jaw I faught back hella hard
I swear to god they were gonna call the national guard
I aint a teen that's running credit schemes and frauds
13 pairs of jeans on my own credit card
no stranger to jail I've been applying the knowledge
didnt have no mail so I said fuck college
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thursday night is the bootleg friday
I was straight through the week now its time to ride sideways
titty claw with a blue label shot
and once I get started I'm hard to stop
the cealis hasnt worn off I'm getting concerned
over all of these years you would have thought that I've learned
catch me bumping david byrne gonna stay up late
and burn the house down fool this must be the place
lately I've been thinking bout getting more bent
aint giving up shit cuz I don't do lent
pull up on the venue with some handles and six packs
promoters hella cheap like chris rock at the rib shack
(one rib) i'm drunk cuz its Thursday
(rawng 4 the night) while you square bears celebrate earth day
we're getting kicked out the 6th bar on the pub crawl
I put that on gurp don't believe me fuck all yall
when the team hits the scene
you know we got more open tabs than tech companies
QM from the bay I'm the jim boeheim
spitting drank lines from the grape vine to the tahoe state line
told myself I wasnt drinking til the weekend
and it's almost thursday I need a drink in the worst way
call a lift driver I aint got no job
but you know I stay flyer to the big timers
its the bootleg friday
8 in the building pouring dranks my way
if they dont come strong, they gone hit the highway
only top notch for me and my compadre
you on that bud light thats why we looking sideways
and my chaser is stronger than your side drink
couple shots will have you cats with a migraine
turn your thursday night to high octane
weekday drinker and I'm still on tilt
I'd like to say RIP to all the drank I killed
docked in the cut let the tailgate fall
kick back, crack an ice cold 8ball
on my briefcase with some crumbled tree
poundin full packs of that humbold seed
week after week with redundancy
yo its thursday night so have one on me
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aye yo I know this sounds incredibly odd
but we are the first direct assembly of god
and we wont hesitate to straight diss your church
its a hole in the wall you'll never sell all your merch
I'm perched up at the podium kickin the gospel
smellin like roscoe's chicken n waffles
delivering a sermon you could say is god awful
with the grease on my cassock that I purchased from Cosco
Father Rick you may have seen me on the talk show
a fast talking con man you never hear me talk slow
eyes low I come and go in spurts
drink all the holy water when I show up at your church
with the slayer logo on my shirt
to hell with these perishoners that dont convert
you hate being broke jerk come down to the broke church
but no gang attire yep thats what I told her
we roll a chewy and pray to the hash gods
I need a stain to keep my mind off the tax fraud
father ricky in the sports bar shitty
if the cops fuck with me Imma hit another city
so dont act like you just smoked a 50 rock
you sold your soul and I know what it really cost
I hit the podeum and set off the light show
you didnt know you were dealing with a tight flow
you know I'm certified cold on a congregation
collect the offering plate and then I'm lane changin
cuz first national was kinds like a road show
pound a couple steins and then I leaven em in the vogue smoke
then hit another town mixing phone calls
if yall sinners pastor eric finna scold yall
I thought I told yall were from the first national
church and we're known to reappropriate our cash flow
yea I know we may have bilked our investors
but one things for certain were no god damn molesters
and furthermore we've got a new lock for the cage
so tell the little ones they better behave
your donations paid the loan on my sports car
after the word I'm getting drunk at the sports bar
so pass the collection basket
the church that you attend yo whatever with that shit
so bring your cash the sermon starts at seven
its at least 3 G's to secure your spot in heaven
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go ahead and turn it up my neighbors already hate me
authorities say I'm doing way too much lately
if you're a clown then maintain your safety
cuz at twelve I strangled john wayne gacey
hanging out with the turnbull AC's fool I'm that crazy
all the cleaning ladies in the ward wanna date me
last board member that tried to replace me
spilled his blood on my kenneth cole blazer from macy's
I'm a square broad shocka gone off cheap vodka
the only white hired at cuernavaca
I'm preshifting sipping johnny walker black
while you order fireball with a soda back
you're as wack as baby got back
generic like a rayovac from radio shack
I'm the non stop all night power pack
I've earned my stripes and thats a fact jack
gurp city drank sipper hash on the 9th
get the chick way litter splash hella liquor
fucks I dont give a step out and get high
fake 5 on a swisher luke sick the ripper
I put it in the air, tear it the fuck off
cuz how else a square gonna know what it costs
how else a player gonna know what he lost
chaos crime boss from crib to pine box
raised on boones farm strawberry hill turf
twenty years later and my homies are still hurt
lounged in the chill lurk the dank slob vet
and the fiends want a piece of what they aint got yet
canibal meth that got their brains on slo mo
fresh up out the psych ward sipping on a 5th yo
sippin on some hydro will have your girl on freak
ever been around the world in a week
Guitar Solo - Garvan Kuskey
Cuts - DJ Pause "It's a certain special skill, it takes much practice"
I'll get you high like booger fry sugar while I pour this drink
my wonder joints will have you thrown in the clinc
sippin cough syrp with shots of herradura
youre a punk mark lame and I dare you to do it bra
nah you dance to my type of polka
I'll bust you in la boca and down your topa topa
why are you so loca? its just like that
I lace the track and get the dap and thats a fact
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"Think I wanna go to Mel's for a beer...
Are you tired of apologizing to the same motherfuckers over and over again? Have you done the 4th step at least 5 or 6 times?
We'll come down to Mel's bar off De La Vina in Santa Barbara"
Our regulars include:
-high functioning alcholics
-convicted felons
-sleezy drunk women
-and the occasional transient passed out in the bathroom with a needle in his arm
sound good?
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aye yo check this out
your criminal behavior I can give a shit about
you're concerned with my career what the hell is that about
I'm only here for a couple of beers and then I'm out
what gave you the impression that I was a fed bro
some you degenerates are so judgemental
youre an unarmed male whos trying to sell some D
if anyones going to jail it's going to be me
If I was under cover why the fuck would I play
fuck the police from NWA
inside this dark ass bar I know you're thinking I'm sketch
but my name aint jake and it sure aint fletch
calling me a cop is a bit of a stretch
matter of fact you kinda look like the compository sketch
I dont give a damn about your scam bro
and who I am, you dont need to know
whats the over under
you think I'm undercover?
you're so wrong I'm over weight
no wait I'm under weight
If I was a fed I'd be in shape
my names not jake
the wait is over I'm not over weight
I drink all day hella bent outta shape
can't be a fed had L's since twelve
so if I was a cop I'd hate myself
illegal business controls the bay
ask all the macs, mall shawn and dre
dev nicer than pete the prime minister
I aint your serpico and this aint no cinema
doing bumps off a maxed out credit card
talk a good one but can't play dan lebatard
hit the undercover with an uppercut
my defense on trial I was drunk as fuck
nah dev you got it all wrong
I'm in too deep too far gone
navy wind breaker with the all white kicks
riot pump in the trunk of the crown vic
that sounds sick look at who the fuck I'm down with
say somethin slick and you'll get clowned quick
your paranoia is fucking off my buzz
cuz I'm drinking alone you must think I'm the fuzz
deep in gambling debt I bet you lost a fortune
I aint law enforcement I don't watch my portions
or stay in shape to chase a clown like you
stay the fuck out my face and let me down my brew
it goes one for the money two for good credit
tree for al my rellies who go out a get it
my flow is kinetic and yall so pathetic
for calling me a cop is not copesthetic
its too obsurburd I'm guttenberg on the block pimpin
nah more like goldthwait cause I talk different
any dude in a shirt that says stop snitchin
is the first one to talk if he gets caught slippin
I gotta grip of war stories I don't dare to tell
cuz Im a neerdowell out here looking square as hell
life got it ups and downs thats a carosel
but my nose stay frozen like Im arondale
you think I'm talking through the wire like Kanye
till I drink 119 like andre
I get chicken breaded up for the entre
catch a hot one no hable picante
voice like a crown vic when it downshifts
got a tattoo on your face but aint about shit
bad leutentant pull up and flash on ya
cuz you were never there like a bad father
or a draft dodger and I'm a war machine
sick in the head cabeza on quarantine
that means a felony a day since I was fourteen
so what the fuck I look like trying to infiltrate your scene
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I be on the relapse low key shit brandon b you know me
they dont wanna see the old queez
late night congac junkie and all
couldn't care if I suffered a lost or cut em off
should I have the guts to do the shit was was passin up
now they're famous for it this aint addin up
regardless of the play keep it honest with ya
never see me huggin on a politician
still rock shows that are low in attendance
cuz these gatekeepers are over pretensious
you can see it my gestures I don't really play ball
some of yall think dealing with these snakes is a cake walk
I dont want better yet I dont need hype
most of yall cant even flow on the beat right
personified ficticious images
sayin you were ballin you were barely scrimmaging
not knowing the history or even care to know
while we were going places you were scared to go
its all fax machine you cant delete the truth
it dont matter who believe in you
bumpin jacka see it through thinking of a similar time
we were congruent homies on a similar vibe
its all changed now they aggrevated sayin fuck that
they aint knowin my homies are poppin trunk drank
I’m coming with that witty ass banter
letting the cab sav breathe out the decanter
Natural sav never fronting for the camera
Quick to tell Kanye you aint got the fuckin the answers
Fascist smashin, looking for the action
Up in city hall bumping special ed taxin
Mugging for the photos addressing the press
Like listen I’ll be the one asking the questions
The rap gods blessing came down from the heavens
I’m still sexting with oaktowns 357
destined for success with no plans to stop
Like tony montana in the sandwich shop
It’s about to pop know-nots can say in their box
while we exceed the outer limits at the speed of thought
no limitation to any stretch of my imagination
Signal is all the way up I keep receiving information
In the house of God I’m sprawled out on the sofa
spilling champagne all over a supernova
angels of the game and we maintain order
already established we aint desparate for exposure
stole the show and got arrested with larceny
sharply dressed like west indian archie
We done did it though some of you suckas just wont admit it
if you wanna try to fuck with us you better come with it
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