You Think You the Fart Song - Brazen Grimm

What the fuck I'ma say in the intro? You want me to say somethin' so bad (Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT) Can you, please? Think you the shit, bitch? You not even the fart (grrah) I be goin' hard (grrah) I'm breakin' they hearts, like Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (like) Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (like) She could be rich, but I'm richer (damn) Take-takin' her man (takin' her man) Don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck) Out in the Yams (out in the Yams) And I'm keepin' one tucked (keepin' one tucked) I make me some jams (I make me some jams) Unlock that advance (unlock that advance) I said four hundred bands (I said four hundred bands) Just to do my lil' dance (grrah) Bitch, I'm a brand (like) Bitch, I'm a baddie, I get what I want (damn) All in Balenci', I look like a bum I got the jatty, he just wanna hump (hump) Walk through and start shakin' my hips I'ma dip when I stack all my chips (like) Strip a dummy, I want the whole fit I got a French nigga sendin' me tips, grrah Think you the shit, bitch? You not even the fart (grrah) I be goin' hard (grrah) I'm breakin' they hearts, like Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (like) Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (like) She could be rich, but I'm richer (damn) His bitch at home playin' dress up (huh?) She must've thought she could catch up (grrah) I got my foot on they necks I can't let up (grrah) She all on the floor told her, "Get up" (get up) She my son but I ain't her mammy (I ain't her mammy) Bitches can't stand me (bitches can't stand me) Eat through my panties (eat through my panties) Hard knock life, no Annie I need a vacay, I'm losin' my tan (damn) I'd lose anythin' before my man I'm a pretty bitch I don't like fightin' On the beat I'm goin' Super Saiyan (grrah) I said, "Mirror, mirror, who the fairest?" (Huh?) Leave a bum nigga lookin' embarrassed (like) Spent a hundred-fifty on some carats (grrah) That shit cray like them niggas in Paris Think you the shit, bitch? You not even the fart (grrah) I be goin' hard (grrah) I'm breakin' they hearts, like Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (like) Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (like) She could be rich, but I'm richer (damn)

You think you know the answer, don't ask me (don't ask me) If you feel like fucking drowning, don't tell me (don't tell me) When you haven't seen yourself in a few weeks (just a few weeks) You're crying on your bedroom floor I-I-I (bathroom f-) You think you know the an- don't tell me, don't- don't tell me You know the an- don't tell me, don't tell me Think you know the an- don't tell me, don't- don't tell me You know the an- don't tell me, don't tell me The answer Don't tell me You know the an- The answer Don't tell me The answer Don't tell me You know the an- The answer Don't tell me

I was driftin' Cryin' I was looking for another And I was slippin' under I pulled the devil down with me One way or another I'm out of my mind Think you can wait I'm way off the line Think you can wait We've been running a sleepless run Been away from the baby way too long We've been holding a good night gun We've been losing our exits one by one I'm out of my mind Think you can wait I'm way off the line Think you can wait.It out All I have is loss Think you can wait.It out All I have is loss Think you can wait What I'm thinking is simple I'll sell apples and ice water at the temple And I won't make trouble I'll pull the devil down with me one way or another We've been running a sleepless run Been away from the baby way too long We've been holding a good night gun We've been losing our exits one by one I'll try I'll try But I couldn't be better All I have is loss I'll try But I couldn't be better All I have is loss I'll try But I couldn't be better All I have is loss

You're not the girl you think you are, no no They're not his shoes under your bed, yeah yeah He'll take you places in his car That you won't forget, no And all the people that you know, yeah Will turn their heads as you go by But you'll be hard to recognize With the top down and the wind blowing, blowing He won't deceive you or tell you the truth Woman, he'll be no trouble He won't write you letters Full of excuses Come on, believe you have one in a million You're not the girl you think you are, yeah Someone's standing in your place The bathroom mirror makes you look tall But it's all in your head, in your head He won't deceive you or tell you the truth Woman, he'll be no trouble He won't write you letters Full of excuses Come on, believe you have one in a million He won't deceive you or tell you the truth Come on, believe you have won You're not the girl you think you are Believe you have won You're not the girl you think you are Believe you have won You're not the girl you think you are

Hey, this is the G-Child, spaceketeers Are ya in the house baby, are ya in the house You know what I'm sayin, cuz it's that time For you to kicks the funk online as we rewind, then it will combine Smokin on the bud, feelin kinda high Sippin on the gin, feelin kinda fly A Warren G production sits in the tape deck As Mista Grimm raps over laps, don't say shit Just, listen and recline for a spell Pass the fat spliff back and forth (oh yeah) Stuck, unable to breathe through the Chronic Cloud that somehow prevents me from installin fresh air Ahh, Indosmoke Pass me the joint so I can take a toke 1 puff, 2 puff, 3 puff, 4 puff, 5 I'm feelin real high Leaning to the side in my muthafuckin ride, With the OG gangsta glide Woo!, hey now ya know Inhale, exhale with my flow Breakaway, come again like this The LB to the C two times to miss Cuz if you do, you break you get broke Me and Mista G and the indosmoke (Are you high yet) Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke (Are you high yet) This ain't no stress, it's the muthafuckin indo smoke (Are you high yet) Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke (Are you high yet) This ain't no stress, it's the muthafuckin indo smoke Fee, fi, foe, really doe I'm still smokin and sippin, talkin like a pimp Freakin, seekin new lands without transport Cuz indo smoke is a man's sport I never feel stressed and that's the realist Just a proper herb for my chronic illness Please, let me go on with my day Relax with phat tracks and a real fat J Ooh, I think I'm in love Astounded from what it did sended me far above On a fly cloke I can brag for days You can't swim with Grimm, Because my tidal wave's - high And that's no joke, Because Mista Grimm takes flight from the indo smoke (Are you high yet) Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke (Are you high yet) This ain't no stress, it's the muthafuckin indo smoke (Are you high yet) Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke (Are you high yet) This ain't no stress, it's the muthafuckin indo smoke Ignition to remission blast off through the cos Most of the voyage I enjoy is just a cause I sonic boom when I return back to earth Birth of a new rhyme will take no time I'm prepared, papers and a lighter to provoke A comical scene to watch Mista Grimm choke Then gain composure, compose a symphony From C-H-R-O-N-I-C and Mista G mixed together nicely Combining lick the linings vaula A fat Chronic sack you can put in your jaw H and R puff the stuff in ya lungs Smokin on the Chronic, gettin straight sprung Stretched, taken to the extreme feelin Dancin on the ceilin like Lionel If ya I break em till they can't be broke, As I soak, in da indo smoke (Are you high yet) Take a trip with Nate Dogg to the Eastside (Are you high yet) We will show you wether our gangstas love to get high (Are you high yet) We get high on every street in Long Beach (Are you high yet) So don't come to my hood thinkin' that you can save me (Are you high yet) Niggas from foreign land wanna come to the East and reveal (Are you high yet) I gotta viscious left hook and you're damn right I will steal (Are you high yet) Shots go out to my nigga Mista Grimm and you know Warren G (Are you high yet) I gotta nigga named Gangsta Rod, you know B-Tip you know me (Are you high yet) My name is Nate D-O double G and I'm comin straight from the East (Are you high yet) Don't think you don't know where I'm from, I'm from 213 Yeah, you know what I'm sayin 19 ninety muthafuckin 3 (hey) I got my muthafuckin niggaz in the house I got my nigga Mista Grimm in the house (uh, ah) I got my nigga B-Tip in the house (uh, ah) I got my nigga Nate Dogg in the house (uh, ah) I got my nigga Ricky Rod in the house (uh, ah) I got the nigga Butch in the house (uh, ah) I got my nigga Greg in the house (uh, ah) He's engineering this, check it out You know what I'm sayin, Long Beach in the house We hooked up with some people from West Covina My nigga Mista Grimm, but you know Ain't nothing but a G Thang, uh G Thang, but you don't hear me though, yeah Are you high yet? Are you high yet? Are ya high big baby? (Are ya high big baby?) Nigga I asked you is you high (I'm fucked up) I ain't be gotten no women, nigga is you high, shit (I'm fucked up) Oh we can do this then, Hey, let's go, It's over big baby, hey