(Ahhhhhh! ) Hahaha Mixtape Classic Sam adams Party records Uh oh yeah yup yup Sammy sammy sammy Sam adams Uh? on the beat Good lookin
So I'm breakin up serve we While you rollin noseys Find me on them floor seats Bitch you in the nosebleeds Why you takin shots man You don't even know me You must need a chase No bank, pussy hold these Say hello to the homie with a swagger I roll, get stoned, kill Mick's, no jagger (oh shit) You bring a chick up to the club you know I bag her (I bag her) And I can't go to war cuz she tuggin on my dagger (she tuggin on my) I'm up in the booth, yeah sammy yeah? Got so many honeys you'd think that my name was pooh bear (oh yeah) Talkin all that bullshit, we just yellin who cares Never drop the ball sucka nah this aint no times square (This aint no times square) Cuz you could never walk in my shoes (no! ) You pay to talk shit well bitch I got news Your flow sucks, styles wack, never made a 5 track Jealousy's a female trait sucka retire rap
And you could take all that (all that) Said you could take all that (all that) Yup yup you could take all that (all that) Take all that you could take all that (all that)
I'm the boy from Boston You can see I'm all the rage I know that you up on things Followin my twitter page (I knew it man) Sayin that I aint official Must be on another stage I get my shit sold out (sold out) Please come back another day (sold out) Shit homie can I get some room please Puttin brown things in the air Sammy Drew Brees Used to be a hyper kid Then I went and blew trees Never been the same since You in with some new knees I'm a devil, I'm far from a saint But I turn your dame till she got rug burn on both knees Catch me in a polo and some old sneaks Eyes black and red got me feeling like I'm too breez-ay But homie don't think Carolina I'm bean town to the fullest You need a reminda? Sub shots spit a flow you know I'm a grinda Focused on the gold Helmets of the 49ers Oh oh
And you could take all that (all that) Said you could take all that (all that) Skee beats DJ cash