[Intro: Celph Titled, Louis Logic]nUhh...what...yo..nMy man Louis Logic, up in the Chrome Depot once again, babynD-Minor on the motherfucking beatnYo Lou, who you talking to?nTo all the sexy women (You're so beautiful)nDressed in linen (So cute to Lou)nYeah...have a candlelight dinner with younAnd a nice bottle of Mo before you drop to the flo', honn[Verse 1]nI look at beef like a chick with crooked teeth: turn the cold shouldernDown a Brooklyn street, whenever stoned sobernBut when I'm drunk, I look deceased, show's overnA boatload of licks 'till I'm sick, and rolled overnLaying in my own piss on an old sofanIn strips of a police line that I dove overnChicks in dip Range Rovers following menThe MC who wiped his ass with his college degreenWho's the biggest lush? Probably menWho swigs enough to spit the sickest stuffnAfter chugging a bottle or three?nIt's making sense Logic-allynIf heads don't take offense to what you spit to menYou're not an MCnI deal in reality, selling your hopenDeveloping quotes for folks to make a pelican chokenYou fucking big-mouths have never been dope on one tracknHas-beens, forget all your hopes for comebacknn[Chorus: Louis Logic (Celph Titled)]nI'm classy in a Caddy or in an ImpalanEven riding on an old ??? women will hollanBroke niggaz want me to lend them a dollarnI tell them, Thanks, but no thanksn('Cause he's a gentleman and a scholar)nn[Verse 2]nIf you ask me what hip-hop means, I'd have to saynSpitting one ob-scene rap a day to blashphemer pop queensnStage diving drunk into a mob scenenTo fight a punk and when the cops come driving upnScream in the mic, It's not me!nI'm like a virus that gets in your ass, still infectiousnA mad scientist in the lab when I'm spilling measuresnYou get the type of smackdown a credit card fraud villain catchesnWhen he's tracked down by bill collectorsnFilthy lectures with the illest textures, outbreaknYour next course of action I'd suggest, about facenAll kidding aside, my records outweigh mostnThe last man who came close didn't survivenShit, isn't it fly how your sister repliednTo assist me in the kitchen 'till the dishes are dry?nYou got a nice family, except for your deadbeat daddynTell him to do his chores first, or he'll never get the Caddynn(Chorus)nn[Verse 3]nVenemous nemesis who sits in a barnSipping a jar of Russian vodka from an infamous czarnIt's one of the gifts that a star has at his disposalnWhipping my car after I drank it into an accident, totalled (Thanks for nothing)nTanked and buzzing, with wood in my jeansnLooking for queens with legs for loving, to put it betweennMy idea of romance is pulling off a ho's pantsnWith no dance and dinner unless she's cooking for menI'm not a chauvinist...just bend your ass over, MissnAnd show me both your tits while you choke on thisnThe sex crazed ex-slave came back to the farmnTo pack the piper master's wife 'till the mattress is warmnAnd after I'm gone, I want my anaconda bronzednAnd made into a dildo-shaped statue on your mama's lawnnDon't get offended 'cause my songs are long and nonsensenWrongful comments and strong in contentnn(Chorus)nn[Outro]nAnd so...at this time I'd like to thank all the people who can suck my cocknYou're all pieces of shitnI hope you get hit by a speeding busnAnd everyone who showed up to my party tonight, in such fly attirenVery nice to have younDon't let the door hit you in the ass on the way outnLyrics > Louis Logic Lyrics > Louis Logic Gentleman and a Scholar Lyricsn