Spivey - Gourds, The Lyrics
Spivey
Fightin’ off the bullshit the best he can
Able to sniff out the most complicated scam
Ain’t no doctor he’s a natural man
He’s in the house
Seen him walk out of a paper bag
Dial his momma turn around and call his dad
Eat Rotweiller with some chopsticks
Come over to my place and babysit my kids
Outta control in a nose dive
Gimme the keys, I’m Spivey, I will drive
Not all of you can fit into my ride
I’m Dr. Spivey, I’m the one who decides
He’s in the house
Dr. Spivey with a roll of quarters in his hand
Last I heard he was in the ground
Roll of quarters what that’s 10 bucks?
No, it’s some fool with his jaw wired shut
He’s in the house