Lyrics:
Sitting by my phone
Why u ain’t call
Got me feelin stressed out
Dis ain’t it at all
Got me dropping ashes
Hitting on da floor
Burnt out, I’m
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
(I'm so hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talking 'bout
I'm so hood
Trick Daddy, T-Pain,
Stoner Bitch
By: The Kottonmouth Kings
I need a stoner bitch
I need a sto-sto-sto-stoner bitch
I need a sto-sto-sto-sto-sto stoner bitch
Repeat x2
Trick daddy and the Ying Yang twins
If you don't know, let me fill you in
I hope you know we in it to win
You didn't know we the super friends
We done
on your bitch
And a brand new whip I don't like your type
Daddy told me how this shit's gone be
When you going out there just to grip that mic
When
the muthafuckin weed's at
[Verse 1 - Daddy X]
It's on this time, in my prime blowin hella smoke
I got the mountain side growing going out for broke
We got them
Stoner Bitch
By: The Kottonmouth Kings
I need a stoner bitch
I need a sto-sto-sto-stoner bitch
I need a sto-sto-sto-sto-sto stoner bitch
Repeat x2
About 100 miles an hour, nigga
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, ball out
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put
still posted in the trick
On a plane with an opp, 'bout to go off in this shit
I don't even like flyin', can't move with a stick
Call my junkie out
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right
You ain't
You wack as nigga..
[Common]
Wack niggas...I don't even like to be around 'em
Give 'em dap or pound 'em
See 'em out they houndin' dawg
Singin' they got
motherfuckin' three
(And Yean High as me)
[Hook: DJ Paul]
I got the smoke comin' up out my mouth
Smoke comin' up out my gun
Smoke comin' up out my mouth
Smoke
call me daddy
Trick nigga if ya tell me you a player youse a liar
Cause you never be like Willie Dynamite Supafly...
[Chorus:]
You just a BI-ITCH!
Straight from Mom and Daddy
Last chance to dance, out in back of the bar
Shakin' hands, nice to meet you, I don't know who you are
She has a toke
high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't
down the street, and I'm lookin fly-hy
I'm lookin fly
Walk on by
Walk on by
Trick Daddy
Yes sir
I wear my pants hanging off
[Trick Daddy]
Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night
[Hook: x 2]
I'm goin' all way out bout mine
Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
Hoes get slapped in
servin' blows, we in zones
My mom didn't understand me
Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
From two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I didn't to hurt
at the pack worked hard with the big bro's .
Now I'm thinking bout the big shows,
money coming in tryna get it by the big loads.
Thinkin' bout six figs
quicker
Goin' down by the second round
All hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backin'
Down from a conflict
Nothin' but nonsense and terrorists
Keep
mm-hmm)
Baby we can just fly away
(just fly away, fly away with me baby, c'mon)
[TD and JP ad lib]
[Verse One: Trick Daddy]
Now I ain't ever been
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