Lyrics:
AK-K-K-K on
(brrt, bap, bap, bap)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
they like, "God, you on your way on? I'm like, "On my way"
You ever had so many
mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans
Hustler, baller,
'em touch
Give me that thing that I love
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Put
There's a party going down and shawty you're invited
Tell 'em J.V.K.C. there and thotties get excited
Blast this track on all the speakers and they
he playin with me
Money & murder, when i lay down, i hope im surrounded by k's & the green
Round trip sum like cancun
Fat shit stick to my side like
Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
Michael, Curl, y'all lay back and peep these n****s
Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my n****
Big
P-P-Papamitrou, boy
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk
always lay with who they want to lay with
Well it's the be -L-A-see-K to the S-P double O-K
It don't matter what another man say
I'm gone still
They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
'Cause they don't know nothin
be scared
Be down or lay down, bitch
Only the strong survive, the weak shall perish
And we still here
We ain't going nowhere
East to the west
Get money shizzit
I can’t rap it if I didn’t live it
Pussy nigga tryna get me off my pivot
What you shootin’ at? A hundred million
Lay it down, lay it
with the shits don't play around
Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds
If you actin' really tough, I lay you down
If you holdin' onto work, I take
I lay down and break the truth
Be as one and read the cues
Spring has sprung the recent blooms
MAMMOTH VERSE
pushing pack like the 80s did with
named P-O-P, D-O-A, R-I-P
Caught him at the D-M-V, while my ass T-N-T
Down the F-D-R doin eighty, in the E-S-3
Put you in E-M-S, break A-T-M's, K
shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
[Big Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family
Pearl
Varför klingar din gitarr I moll
Vad är det som står på
är det kärleken, fernando
Har hon lämnet dej din stora, stora
just for talkin' foul
Then pass the burner to my ex
If I P-O-P, she gon' hold it down
I'ma Knicks fan, but for 6 bands
I'll leave your body where
boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made
You know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
I'ma come through nigga down to bring
boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made
You know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
I'ma come through nigga down to bring
shoes can't fit your feet
East Dallas to P-T-P, West Dallas to the Kiest
I'm from the O-A-K-C-L-I-F-F
With my niggas are by myself, don't bite my tongue
trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to dump
It's Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty, get down and lay down
trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to dump
It's Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty, get down and lay down
.
Pimpin' hoes no Pimp C
L.O.V.E.
Need somebody who gone love on me
R.I.D.E.
Ride on my face till I can't breathe
K.N.E.E.
Go down, get on your knees (yea)
and why
Life's become a numbers game
Ruled by the K.P.I
Tick the boxes as you leave
Can you tell me why
People come in second place
Killed by the K.P
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