Squad [Chopped & Screwed] [Version]
[ Rob Quest ] Rollin in my man's white 'Lac with a 40oz of brew Smokin on some herb, trackin down fools And everything's alright cause this party is live Damn skippy, I'ma do it like this to the day I die (Odd Squad!) But on the real, I thought you knew, hoe I gots the Mad Flava with a touch of that Gumbo Ill freakin the funk every goddamn week So watch me bang-bang boogie to this funky beat Rob hits this track like a dime bag of weed ( ? ) Yeah, I can't believe them niggas up on the ave that tried to get with the Q to the you to the e-s-t Down with the O-double to the muthafuckin d It's like that and it always will For them niggas who talk that shit, you hoes ain't never seen skills This ain't no gang or a crew or a high-cappin clique No combat boots or baggy pants, dreadlocks - none of that shit So let me hear it one time for the Coughee Brothers (yeah) Peace to my homies and moms duke, yeah, much love to ya And one more thing before I'm out I'm here to let you niggas know I'm down with the Squad [ Jugg Mugg ] Well it's the nigga they call the Jugg from the Squad kickin it Odd, shit You taste it first so that mean you got to pause it Just a group of real g's who makes you buckle to your knees I'm pullin swisher sweets from my sleeves Stuffin it full of coughee every day for the fun of it I love to clock the paper, get the pussy and get blunted So listen to the nigga they call the J to the you to the double g Chillin with these niggas I call my family That's my brother D who writes the lyrics about the pussy Next to me is see-Ray with the spliff, now pass it to me That's my brother Rob Mac who makes the funky fat track And hey Chris, P-Black who watches a nigga back And we're the Coughee Brothers, just some down muthafuckas Whoever possess the sess, yo, we share it with each other It's like that y'all (that y'all) it's like that y'all (that y'all) And today I got the dime and it's fat y'all (fat y'all) I'm with the Squad [ Devin ] Well it's the Odd Squad, Jugg Mugg, Devin and Rob And we're steady gettin drunk on the job Everybody might know us for smokin that weed and feelin fine Gettin full, drinkin Bull, buyin dime after dime but it's time Cause hell, we been writin rhymes since '89 Tell em y'all (yeah, you know we ain't lyin) But some people say we cuss too much and that is not the way to go Tellin us to make the album strictly for the radio But yeah-heh, this just ain't no comedy act Just some brothers with rubbers stickin they dick in your back Bitch and don't get offended when there's a different dick in your mouth Every thirty minutes when you're fuckin with the Squad
Written by: DEVIN C COPELAND, DEXTER JOHNSON, JOSEPH JOHNSON, ROBERT MCQUEEN
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