Lyrics:
down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
what’s the word?…
Gen-Z 1 & 2:
Head?
Gen-Z 3:
Head!
Gen-Z 2:
Like, I just wanna surround my life
With positive people who get that.
I’m dropping
two-door belong in an expo
It's red like a new jar of RAGÚ
I'm sittin' on a plane, but not by you
My window seat, Erykah Badu
You know I can't tell
Here we come now
Turntable spin like a merry-go-round
Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood where we go
a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop ridin' my dick
Leave that to yo main bitch, let her live once
Niggaz always surround when I burn my blunts
Give me 3 feet
my soul
The sound of the drunken revelers broke my heart when time surrendered
I played one note in the sullen light
And hit rock bottom without
to deliver one very specific message:
Lock your back door, you idiot
However invincible you imagine yourself to be
You are wrong
Thirty-three years go by
the whistling shriek of broken high-pressure fittings, followed by twisting and tearing metal. Whatever it is crashes down and a deep rumble builds louder
inside the bottle and
God stepping forth upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided
inside the bottle and
God stepping forth upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided
down this way, not without a fight
She's closing in, I slam the door
Isolation in a state of war
She's closing in, I slam the door
Isolation in a state
Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden
Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target
Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper
Move
gets down around town
Equipped with the power of the seven seals
But emcees they feel guilty
Because behind closed doors they live
A life that's filthy
on ya door, mothafucker now
One, two, three, four
Yugo man at ya door, now common and
One, two, three, four
Come and knock on ya door, mothafucker now
Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my
to the sound
Of a crowd, made her ass bounce
High as fuck, heavy set one, it was surround sound
Fall in love by the end of tonight
Hold my ground,
Lately I've
One, two
We coming for you
Three, four
We kicking down yo door
Five, six
We lay you on yo shit
Seven, eight
We got yo ass straight
We robbin (we
of Usher
Why is that other sound The House
not hidden by of Usher
echoes of the storm? shall stand.
The House
But
just be buried
In the ground, I need you round
I might not say this out loud but I can say it in surround
I'll beat the block out
Tear the town down
Make me slow down I'm lost and then I'm found (whoa)
Drown in the surround sound Mind is so loud (loud)
I don't know how
I'm (I'm)
So (whoa)
Lonely
want to be down with the king
No, no, no, no, no fly zone.
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck
doors
They say "Damn boy why yo doors do that for?"
What ya mean?
Cause I'm trying to get up!
And if you think I'm down with you
Then you got me fucked
surround me
I had a run in with homeland security off by the border right there next to Mexico
ain't get to make it home calls from the federal
Missed my
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