Lyrics:
these shoulders
I don't need no gun but it's the nineties
And niggas don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't
with that? Cause if you ain't clown,
We from the D-O double G, we groupie true, and slow down
Slow down (slow down now) cause I can't take the heat,
that? Cause if you ain't clown,
We from the D-O double G, we groupie true, and slow down
[Chorus]
[Mia X]
Hey yo Snoop (I used to)
I used to cook
by the way and still getting slept on
What you think? You _Murdering, Inc._? Who put you in pink? Perform many bumps at the brink, you fucking with
to see em so sad
If yo girl walk by I gotta stare at her ass
Mean no disrespect I'm like fuck it my bad
What I do to make another fucking nigga that mad?
Cocksucker here's a pack come bump with me
Double are in a cell you can't fuck with me
You don't want to fuck with me
Y'all niggas know who I am
Catch
broke, nothin' to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (bitch)
Smokin' dope out a Jeep, now I'm bustin' it down by the P
to amputate anything that gets up in my way
Then I put them same size left over bullets up in my AK
I can't wait 'till we bump heads
It on, on sight day
understanding,
now no cap just a crown/
top down, speakers bump,
oh hell yeah/
now the trunk is in the front,
oh hell yeah/
model bitch, do what i want,
oh hell
this is just the first draft
Give these girls long neck legs bent backwards that giraffe
Inspired by young dick
Already got you hesitant to bump this
they said it
Saw them clowning all my favorite rappers killed me when I read it
Now I tell them bump my shit and suck my dick
Or I might go and fuck your
[Chorus:" x2]
Who could it be (who could it be)
But that M double A-be (but that M double A-B)
And we're sho nuff gon shine (and we're sho nuff
takin' so long?
Countin' cash in the wind while I bump Deftones
I can barely hear shit by the way that bitch mumbles
She ain't livin' that cash, she ain't
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
that? Cause if you ain't clown,
We from the D-O double G, we groupie true, and slow down
[Chorus]
[Mia X]
Hey yo Snoop (I used to)
I used to cook
Ah, yeah, we finna get ready to bump that smoked out, locked out, part two
Mystic Stylez, Three Six Mafia in the ho
We finna do that shit
Mafia
come inside, into the front
You do the Freak, Spank, and do the Bump
And when the sucker MC's try to prove a point
We're Treacherous Trio, we're
faster
But he did try do high knees
Had to stretch my arm and swing
The next time that I catch an opp on the lack
I'll do gun lean and squeeze
Double tap
Woo
Back again bitch
Yeah, aye
Word is bond
You've been warned
My B-boy stance double down
With perfect form
You fucking with the devil
You get
flicked by the po po
Im blowing weed smoke in that nigga face
Thats just how I feel on this present day
Turn tables fixing to set the record straight
Street
a old school injun
Walking across the city
Im buying feathers by the dozens
Just to play the dozens
Telling injuns stare at me
They need to study (We
to get ducked off in the open
I need people around me who interested in keeping me roped in
Thomas the Train locomotion
When my train tracks seem off
a nigga play we double kick
When we fuse together we a make a master mix
Wanna bump or shoot it out which one take a pick
You im coming with the gang
From running man to sprinters vans my nigga
I make a grand and reinvest it double up and make it back quicker
Level up my enterprise, and try to pass
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