Atmosphere The Stick Up Lyrics

(SLUG)
Ho's and tramps, f___s and s___s
b____es, scams, t__s, b___s

b____es be creamin for this 8-inch demon
And when you hear me screamin I'm about to free the s____
Wipe myself off on ya couch cover
If she talks any trash I'll flash my boxcutter
'cuz I'm rougher than any pimp ya had in ya life, ho
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
Kill that bullshit, cuz if baby gets spiteful
I'm lacin her liquor with some p___ and some lysol
Rollin a s___ brown Lincoln eatin a stickybun
Spot-check the flock, PIG ONE is gonna give me some
Cuz I'm a freak, I like the girls with tatoos
Yo I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru!
I'll take em two at a time, make em both say my name
Ain't ever had three, but best believe that I'm game!
and that's the key, game
girl, I fit words like Scrabble
the inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle
Cruisin lakestreet, gene-pool ridin shotgun
Got the flyest trickies from the Mississippi to Boston
I got a house full of p___ to keep the vibe warm,
the door's always open honey, come outta the storm
Yo I got daddys' little girls, ones that always stay true
got an uptown girl, she dyes her pubic hair blue
and I got a b____ that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavor
she travels on business, I'm gettin down with her neighbors
I got a freak, drives a bus, shows me love with the free rides
a hundred hos in Saint Paul, but only one from eastside
Got a Bloomington b____ with a pool at her appartment
rugburns all over from f___in her on the carpet
gotta make em all hos make em all work the food court
Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports
Got stripper b____es, body jewels and fake t__ties
got a ho that lives in Argo for when I escape the city

But my favorite one outta all of em is your girl
I sway the tongue, never once have I been forceful
She lays it on like it's a job that she loves
Yo whose lips are these? the response is always Slug's

The Richfield b____es freak the lip gloss and hairspray
And downtown women that like to f___ on the staircase
northside chicks, southside chicks, suburban chicks
Love to open married women up to the perverted mix!
Disturbin your relationship, excuse my morals
I work it with the way I trick em out, silly mortals
The words I kick, the sport I play, know what to say
when Im sittin at this buffet with all these tasty morsels?!

Cruisin down the street in my baby's mom's Caprice
Febuary, got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece
hit the bus depot, yo bu, you kinda cute
give me nine and a half weeks
and I'll have that freak [sniffin tude?]
distribute income across the rotten fruited plain
I know it's hard bein young girl let me soothe the pain
I understand you baby, straight up I understand
Now lift up your a__ so I can pull these f___in pants down
The only ones I don't do is those under 18
or at least I keep that s___ a secret if you know what I mean
I got s___s that love to give head, and I love to watch
the way they move they heads up and down my. . .