Tropicana Groovy punch sipping usually up whipping for the stereo, stereo Tropicana watch ’em go bananas When they see the whip they be like, “There he go, there he go.” Coming in on the one, no time for the two. 369 she fine I’mma choose Funk and the rock, I’m a genre confused S***, if the shoe fits, don’t mind if I do Just climbed out the blue into the gold only thing I never did was fit to the mould, did what they told, did what I felt like Houlk Hogan air guitar solo on the belt like, rreeoww! Intro unnecessary, I been dope, young legendary I’m a fire, need a hose—and some h***, I suppose
I should hire me a secretary (ah!) I ain’t always been the best Samaritan, but still I try. I ain’t gotta go confess to every sin, but I will not lie. Don’t kill my high, on some matador s*** don’t mean much to me when you scheme (on the low) Don’t mean mug at me be mad at your chick She my trap queen, cooking in the fortress (what up Fetty?) Now they wasn’t ready for the brand new heavy
Funk for your mind, body soul, soul if it don’t bump in the trunk
I’m like adios, I’m a— Tropicana groovy punch sipping Usually up, whipping for the stereo, stereo Tropicana, watch ’em go bananas When they see the whip they be like
“There he go, there he go.” Like ahh—on the 2 this time
Gotta whole new attitude this time Like ahh—that’s you, this mine
Look what a rapper do to get signed And ahh—I can’t believe my eyes
My ears, might lose my mind I hear he a killer and you still say free my bro
Truth be told, he should do his time But hey, that’s another song
That’s…none of my business What go around, come around, one day it’ll come along
I done come a long way, I been running off fumes In pursuit of that b**** success
I can already smell her perfume, man it’s sweet like chariots Swinging low where the berries picked, verified, it’s very lit Got a state on your back, can you carry it? (Huh)
Don’t drop that dun-dun-dun The dunce in the cap was once in the back of the class
didn’t know how to act, but I passed didn’t I? Do what I said, did I lie? Okay I’ll wait— You wanna stay alive then you gotta look him dead in the eyes Otherwise on the high, cause I’m a— Tropicana Groovy punch sipping usually up whipping for the stereo, stereo Tropicana watch ’em go bananas When they see the whip they be like, “There he go, there he go.”