Lyrics:
rivers. It don't stop. Drop P's to the SCT's and double glock. Pop. Pop. Here's the slug from
the twelve gauge thug. You don't want fuck with, no buck
touch me 12 gauge shotty 12 think they can cuff me Clean a nigga thorough ain't no money here bloody If a nigga think he got one up on me then pray he
selfies eating scooby snacks riding shotgun
Facts and tough love all in ah 12 gauge
Blasting my incentive to take it all ah way
Ima cold hearted brother
gauge
People raising hell 'bout the hell I raised
I don't wanna do shit today
Quit my 9 to 5, I'm hitting the lake
They tell me slow it down, I ain't
pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
-Chorus-
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't
Sippin on down
Sippin around
Tippin up a another cupa
Sippin' on down
Sippin on down
Sippin around
Tippin up another cupa
Sippin on down
12
rifles and Tecs
And breakin' niggas' necks like bad checks
Outrageous with 12 gauges, 'L.A. Times' front pages
Leaving mingled bodies hangin' on stages
packing the gauge
For when we hop out the range
And let it rain on em
Super soakin
Spraying all em
I got something in the back for all the ogz
I got
slow while I break you down slow
When you get it right girl go for what you know
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Wiggle a bit stop drop
the runners-up are thanking me for their help (uh-huh)
Hoping that they not around when it gets dark outside (yes)
Sun's going down you hear the bark outside
for now
But instead of hanging my head... I thought I wore you down
It's hard reaching out when I'm stretched too thin
So I talk too much and avoid
a soldier when it's war time
That's all I really know cause all I've had are hard times
And ain't nobody bendin down with me, I'm on my own
Duckin and dodgin
to do it on occasion
And engagin in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old suckers lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came
in a puddle of blood.
Hell's up under that mud.
They I know I'm gonna pull it.
My sawed-off draws them bullets.
I'm being pressured by these niggas
game in a strait jacket
12 gauge
In a shotgun racket
Shinbone, shindig, shimmy for the Shinto
Got to do this all alone
Wait
Better slow it down
seize
Blowin' up bigger than a 12-gauge shooter
Learning from me like I was your tutor
Them critics say all I rap about is women and cars
Just let this
the runners-up are thanking me for their help (uh-huh)
Hoping that they not around when it gets dark outside (yes)
Sun's going down you hear the bark outside
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night
"Last
If you hear old Hank rockin'
A 12 gauge cockin'
You don't have to call the cops on me
Go back to sleep
There's no need to be alarmed
I know it's
to the money my J's gotta a crease
12 gauge in pants gassed up with a pump
Nigga who bout to wrestle I'm not cm punk
Shawty want me change do I look a chump
In
Skratch]
Aiyyo mayday, mayday
Raise the white flag, let the pants sag
Fuck the drag, I'ma puff a whole bag
It's low down and I'm low-key
Now O.G. niggaz know
down with the chopper
Givin' em' all tones and one hand sole
Nigga stop it, show me how you do it, how ya drop it
Give my dogs a fat just to get it
a 12 Gauge shot gun
These city lights couldn't hold us Back no more
So we coming home tonight
Yeah that small town
Where we grew up
Ain't had hell
Watchin your faggot-ass drop
So yo, run the dough on the down low, punk
Or I'ma take it from the top
[ VERSE 3 ]
Yo, give it the fuck up, punk, or get
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