Lyrics:
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
I got it you need it I’m bout it I’m ether
Go stream it you better download it for keepers
They bump it they slap it we hustling we trapping
Make
motherfuckers mind
I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all y'all motherfuckers dyin'
We gon drive by
We walk up and do these Niggas out the game
We sell 2 shot,
over and fuck you by my studio councils
Poundin' a shady nigga layin' the wood
Video tapin' me hittin' it from the back
Throwin' up the hood, yeah,
(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights
Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing craps
Niggas catchin'
(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights
Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing craps
Niggas catchin'
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
(Wuddup witcha)
(Say lil nigga, wuddup witcha)
Pistol packin', never lackin', bitch you know the rest
Do 'em like Shaq put 32 up in his chest
Naa
that deal
And that's no cap
And that's no cap
First LP had 7 tracks
And all them hoes slap
My nigga
No cap
Ahh young nigga
Been running laps
No
and I'm really with the action
Hate yo clothes, hate yo style, That ain't fashion, come on bro, stop it
Y'all be cappin', nigga trippin' I'ma slap em, y'all
Trae the Truth, Lil' Boss
Black Buddafly yeah
We fin to do this one here for the ghetto
Get at me
No matter what a nigga say
I'm gon be stuck in
to the capsule
Told them niggas now I am the captain
I'm running the streets with the mask off
Then we run through your house like a task force
Like Trae by nature
dem f**k roun mi link a hole dem sleep inna
Dem dawg yah dem nuh nyam cheap dinna
One drive by slap weh all three nigga
Verse 1
Tell dem tan a dem
for jokes
And how we do mark-ass niggas? Slap your ass in the throat
Tag teamin', toe-taggin niggas, ol' baggin' niggas
Doin a batch of niggas wit
the bliss
This is for the niggas, quick to slaughter
Resumes held by the D.A.'s, the ballers
(Chorus: Ice-T)
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way
(Yo Nick Papz make it slap, brrt)
Anybody go against the gang is real bad karma with them choppers
Ya dig?
Chasers
Woah, uh
Niggas know who
bitch in the back of the trap
She a baba she feenin to slap
Hand me the pussy fresh off of the wax
Like you wack, you pussy
I could never let you niggas
Pu-Purple cup sip sip sip
Pussy ass nigga he tried pull out
Bitch ass nigga he got flipped
VVS on my chain nigga ballout by the clip
Same nigga since
Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit
Shout to my homies out west hoo-bangers
Mack Deezy for Sheezy
All my niggas in the Bronx
Holdin' them corners down
Ya
I'll slap a nigga like the beat if he think he gon play wit me
I Feel like Glock been that since six back in 2003
I been said I would make it
that pine
Its bout time somebody checked you you bitch ass punk
I heard you slap ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas bring out the ho in you
MANN WE PADED UP BY THE OOMP CAMP ITS GOING DOWN AND IF YOU DON'T GIVA A fuck IN DIS MUTHA~F**KA PUT YO MIDDLE FINGERS UP YOU'N GIVE A fuck BOUT DAT OTHA
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