Ghostfack Killah - Drama Lyrics Aiyyo, where the fuck is that blunt at? Where y'all niggaz hoggin the shit man? Two pulls of that shit nigga start gettin paranoid and shh Get your fuckin, get your feet off my fuckin table nigga! Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on? Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin and shit nigga Yo, yo, it was the night before he got popped Big jars of haze, Cheech & Chong bong in the spot Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers Mad noise, 2008, a G a game I'm ridin on {?} in the love seat, sunk deep Long niggaz bustin out they punk heat I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin that I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin that Promise you, got somethin Lord that'll honor you Blow your little head off while you're tyin your shoe But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with large records Hard vest-es, '86 ga-ga John{?} Benatar rockin some frames and fake guns when they rob Sha Born' til then they snatch you, axe you Play the squid-ad, we gettin at you And we don't wanna rap to you, it's not kosher It's not a code in la costa nostra to roast ya I get a lil' closer Rock you to sleep, like I got these lil' bitches, come over! Hopin you fall for the bait, thinkin you safe Have that ass sweatin like TD Jakes I want the ones nigga, you non-believers you can ask your momma Now that's drama Uhh, dollar icey from, papi with the ...