Need You-L'Orange/Blu

Feat. blu [Intro] Yeah, BL, LO A song that has taken it’s audiences by storm, Which may be explained by it’s theme which is both poignant and different [Verse 1] Full body soul, yeah Chuck Norris karate boots When my warm heart turns cold, I need a sake shoot Niggas is Nazi troops, rude boy, 90s roots Made it to 2012 just to see Romney lose My whole posse hold shotties like we know Gotti Had the whole lobby poppin’ like a d**e party Filled the list full of nobodies Niggas need remote control cars, I just sold my old Audi Five thousand island sauce with the boss A tall can for the long day, all days off, we get it always Call up the squad, the guacamole, the guap The Guatemalan models model for God Pull out a genie bottle, fill it with promises for your seeds tomorrow And leave your sorrows at the back door, it’s time to quarrel The slam dance, let the boys be boys Grab cans, mic stands, Technic 1200′s, writin’ jams Like jelly, peanut butter and wolf, they not ready Drop heavy like a crane on your foot, spit out a levy This is deep, yo, it’s deeper than Atlantis On the coast of Los Angeles you might get shot by a camera cannon [Verse 2] Bruce Leroy, you niggas is true decoys Blu the last B-Boy, breakin’ faces for makin’ that cheap noise Bring them toys out, boy scout That roach out, make boys bounce like a whole ounce You suck poison out snakes, you suck that much I don’t rap about gats, but you gon’ make them raps bust Gats tucked, act up, you sad duck My sh*t swine ‘em, Don Jon, you just a bad mutt Bad luck, stack mad bucks ’till I’m a fat f**k Slap f**ks out of a pore ‘fore my gat bust Raps, wrap it up right quick, let it drive stick Heard she get around like clockwork, my time tick Tick-tick-tickin’ all the time, no Stoppin’ on a dime, ho you out of your mind And I got mind on my money, time is money and I’m right on time Got a wallet big as Chris Wallace, why you watchin’ mine? Wash your mouth out, I’m ’bout that puttin’ gold in my mouth Know the south ’bout it ’bout it, boy don’t doubt it You be swimmin’ with the trout out in Vegas tryna get famous I’ve been tryna tell them boys about it but they be aimin’, cannon [Outro] Why should I bother? Well, look at the alternative