Lyrics:
red shot nigga smokin dank weed
And quick to slap a bitch in a minute
Fiends better have my money, I mean every penny
Youngsta, kickin with the hustlas
we do the walk-by (yee)
On your new picture, we archive (uh)
If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed
Had to slap a bitch, she chose the wrong side
I'mma slap a nigga I'mma fuck a bitch I'm breaking in your house and I'm taking all your shit and I'mma put it in a song I'mma slap a nigga I'mma
[CHORUS]
Alcoholism [8x]
[E-40]
Pull this bitch over my nigga
I got to piss
I stay with sip in my fist
I drink like a fish
Sometimes I be sober
But
Lloyd, yeah you know what I'm on
Many girls are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't play around
Or my nigga Trae tha Truth going to lay
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
yo yo Yo Yo YO!
YO! Call me Soopaman Luva the rude bwoy
That nigga SWV loose they cool for
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
Ah hah AH
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
ol' trip
Crack money rap money
The same ol' grip
As Trae could've smiled out in Texas
Livin' reckless
If the cops gon' get you but niggas 'll
the sky, reflectin' back by my house
Some of my guys for murdered and damn, I feel lost in this lonely road
With no highs and only lows, and no ties, only
all that noise
This shit gon' be different
I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that
Hate out your voice
Niggas been counting me out
I'm counting
*sung by Otis & Shug*
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Sick Wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Said I`m gonna get so
ol' trip
Crack money rap money
The same ol' grip
As Trae could've smiled out in Texas
Livin' reckless
If the cops gon' get you but niggas 'll
Hoya cuz
Big dawgs on them pups, drive-bys, buckle up
Bye-bye when I want
You niggas broke, but that's okay with me (it's okay)
Just stay with me,
feel like I'm Ma$e
Your bitch with me but she got leave by 8
'Cause you know Lil Uzi do not walk with no cape
Don't got no Bape but my niggas, they
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
tales
Bumpin' in the zoney, pimpin' tenderonis
Blueberry blunt wrapped with a rick rock slap
Like Busta Rhymes, make they gun booty cheek clap
Stop by
when I thought about givin' up
I got slapped in the face with a blessing slap, like pow
And I'm fresh as hell on my bumday
I look fresher than a nigga
nigga
Bitch, I will slap some ass
Don't worry about me, hoe
I said, yes
I will slap some ass
Don't worry about me, hoe
Count my cash
I bust dope moves
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
I can do and then get down on my knees
Cause I can't make it by my lonely, Jesus help a nigga please
[Chorus]
Yeah, much love to everybody
Why you hating on me
When I’m tryna get a bag
Get out my fucking face
You a treesh you a slap
You never was down
When I really was bad
Yeah I took
throw your hands in the air and let me see ya slap a hoe
Start the violence going on through an MC Ren show
I don't give a fuck if niggas is fighting in
who's to blame
'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
O.k, jump (jump)
If you want the respect then come (come)
Get it from a nigga that'll
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