Stuck In The Middle

Grease made this beat

Not the hottest thing smoking

3.5 Hours

You laughing at them niggas

How we roll

Grease made this beat

2.0 Hours

Menace, talk to 'em

I gotta let them know, why I gotta go

When you can't get low and you can't get higher

When you can't get low and you can't get higher

You stuck in the middle

You stuck in the middle

You stuck in the middle (stuck in the middle)

You stuck in the middle

Now Frenchie got the penthouse, blew them hoes back out

Biggie got turned down, coke weight sent out

Now we scraping up paper, G flossing escalator

Stacks coming in them latest, holla at you niggas later

Playas like a now and laters, all flake of licorice

Baby girl give me kiss, girl I grant you one more wish

Come and take the licorice, mommy told me 50 minutes

Mommy said to give it quick, all them hoes can't handle it

I'm gon' listen to my baby boo say

She give me aight, and she got the mean head

Treat a nigga real good, she gave me good head

Pussy tuckin' nigga, now I'm off to the bed

I gotta let them know, why I gotta go

When you can't get low and you can't get higher

When you can't get low and you can't get higher

You stuck in the middle

You stuck in the middle

It's too high to get over, blowing la in a Rover

Tell your chick to come over, I'ma bend the bitch over

Just a little, I'm all over the instrumental

I said the 2.0 was out, all the work is ours out

Fire up the doom, shit the goons put ours out

All we got is block work, everything fire

Pumping 'til the block hurt, remind you of The Wire

We ain't tryna hire, only fuck with bosses

Sell it through the Ziploc, whole car nauseous

Know my momma proud of me, roll another sour tree

And lil' mama probably swallow me, probably

I gotta let them know, why I gotta go

When you can't get low and you can't get higher

When you can't get low and you can't get higher

You stuck in the middle

You stuck in the middle

Leggo, Grease, what it is, nigga? (Huh?)

Yo, it's Young Money now and Young Money all the time

Smoke super blunts of Sour D's to clear my mind

And even though I got real problems of all kind

I still walk around and shine like I'm fine

Motherfuck a riddle, I'm stuck in the middle

But I'm still wildin' in Miami with some sluts from Israel

Sippin' Dom, sippin' creme, blowin' chrome

Like I wish a nigga would, he getting everything but

I'm so Harlem, all I know how to do is perform

Put me anywhere in this world, I bet I put on

For my motherfuckin' city, touch me, hey

I'm so sick they should admit me

And besides, you niggas wack and dress silly

You ain't gotta ask, can this nigga sang?

I got these hoes doing the Wop, saying "Aye" like Bigga Van

Dame Grease on the beat, that's musical yay

Don't blow my high, bitch, Montana, what you say?

I gotta let them know, why I gotta go

When you can't get low and you can't get higher

When you can't get low and you can't get higher

You stuck in the middle

You stuck in the middle