Atmosphere - Salma Hayek Lyrics

And you right and you right
And you right and you right
And you right and you right
And you right and you right
And you right

I'm Joe Piscopo i'm an original
But the kids don't know
I was spitting flows before flip phones
Back when it wasn't cool to
Rap about sniffing coke

And you right it might be a shit show
But you ain't f*ckin with this, bro
Your WiFi got no signal
Fefe sucking on my biggest toe
And now I'm all up in
Her money in the middle

And I don't even have to disrobe
I keep my boxers on and use the dick hole
Roll the window down and feel the wind blow
Mama in the back of the Honda
Getting hot as a disco

I'm sicker than a goldfish
Swimming in a fishbowl full of Crisco
Yo, it's officially official
You better get your tickets if
We hitting your zip code

And you right and you right
And you right and you right
And you right and you right
And you right and you right
And you right

I'm Salma Hayek
On the Mississippi River in a stolen kayak
Live fast like my life's in a timelapse
I'm so fly, I'm attracted to fly traps

Get your mind out the trash
Or at least you should line it with a bag
Tie it up to keep the lye bacteria gagged
To a minimal stack, it's a fixable flat
A sideline will get you sidetracked

Put it up if you feel like a blind rat
Just trying to climb out of a wine glass
We under attack but not
Allowed to fight back, right?
You not about to fight back, right?

We might strike combat if it's time for that
After I take my IQ test on this iPad app
In the iRock on the way to the IHOP
With your high ass

And you right and you right
And you right and you right
And you right and you right
And you right and you right
And you right

I'm Herbie Hancock i rock it
I'm not a prophet
I'm not not for profit, nah
I don't stop, I'm the opposite
I'm on my Spock shit
Trying to live long and prosperous

Excuse me for trying to be modest
But ooey, I feel kinda marvelous
It's obvious that these socks fit
So I'ma stomp around the block
Like the goddamn apocalypse

Preceded by a stampede
Of fire-breathing rhinoceroses
The promise of awesomeness
Not a problem, it's no conflict
Party on the rock bottom in a lake of toxins

And if you ain't starving
Then change the topic
Ain't nothing left to say about it
You eating dirt, 'cause you like it
And dirt from the graveyard
You put gravy on it

And you right and you right
And you right and you right
And you right and you right
And you right and you right
And you right

Yeah, go ahead you write it, man
Write what's, go ahead write
Why you so defensive?
Write whatever you wanna write, man