Made You Shit Your Pants The Weathermen (Ft. Cage, Copywrite & Yak Ballz)

[Copywrite]
My next album's gonna come with lotion, home skillet
You can go fuck yourself if you don't feel it
All it took is liquor, marijuana, six strippers in a sauna
Pen and pad, now I got buzz quicker than Nirvana
First, you non-violent, now you in your verse wildin'?
Your only criminal record is BDP's first album
Cop purple haze and be the first to blaze
When cops roll up everybody in my circle stays
Fuck your baby mama on Mother's Day
Dump my blunt ashes in that bitch's purse
When she turn her head the other way
I'm foul, and don't give a shit what a motherfucka say
Live it up till each minutes up we might not get another day
In a truck, tinted up, yeah It's rented but
This chick won't know that, till after she licks my bozack!!!
Get my Prozac, I'm like Tony Soprano
The way I kill Big Pussy and my bitch don't know that

They shootin'!
Aww, made you shit your pants
Better call your bitch, forget your mans
Stickin' his honey, playboy she mine now
Where my Weathermen at?
Follow the dime cloud