[Lyric] 808 (Mighty High Coup)

[Produced by Ricky Raw]

[Hook: Mr. SOS]

808 Kick Drum, 808 hat
808 snare drum, 808 clap
Got an 808 this & an 808 that
Got an 808 boom & an 808 bap

[Ricky Raw]
This is 404 over 808's
Half the time we love diggin in the crates
The other half we only wanna hear the bass
Them southern fried southern guys
Here's a taste

[A-Bomb]
Yeah haters make a face like it tastes kinda sour
I get paid by the bar, you get paid by the hour
Gettin laid in the shower, you late, go take a shower
Chafing while I drizzle my taint with baby powder (woah-ho-ho)
[Ricky]
On another note, we're so fuckin dope
You could roll me and my southern folk in a dutch & smoke
We wake up and smoke, down to the fucking roach
Wearin sunglasses at night, yes its a fucking joke

[Bomb]
Yeah these glasses are magic
They quit being sick like what happened to Magic
Boom clap that's what happened
808, Ricky, Bomby on the beat, that's a classic

[Hook: SOS]
808 Kick Drum, 808 hat
808 snare drum, 808 clap
Got an 808 this and an 808 that
Got an 808 boom and an 808 bap

[Bomby]
I got 8 ounces of Kush and 8 cigarillos
Hope I rock six b'fore I got to go back to CITGO
That arab know I go so hard
Buyin out the Ellys and the pre paid phone cards

[Ricky]
We, stay on the phone cause we, stay on the road
And we, stay with the bass blazin through the radio we
Stay in the south so we stay takin it slow
Lazy flow with the bass you could hear from down the road
[A-Bomb]
Like hold up, wait a minute
Crack a swisher cigarillo and stuff a whole eighth in it! (DAMN)
Then I roll up some more till we all eye level with the birds & the stars

[Ricky]
Big ups to Bommy rollin up the cigars
If we pass them ya'll be touchin the stars
Over at my crib is a luxury car that I never drive cause I'm always drunk at the bar

[Hook: Mr. SOS]
808 kick drum 808 hat
808 snare drum 808 clap
Got an 808 this and an 808 that
Got an 808 boom and an 808 bap