Lyrics:
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no
co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain...Now c`mon why'all and tell me what`s my name
3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I`m
mean that kid
That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?
Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine
A fuckin' shame, duke's a lame,
a hot soundtrack
Ever since
Boyz N Da Hood
[Bridge]
I'm going bad
No luck
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
So rough
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
No
But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and ended
That ain't the plan I had and shit like that ain't intended
For the slick headed wonder, wearer
Two dollars shy of a five dollar bill
Last mile I pushed my truck uphill
About hurt me
I left my truck by the pump right where I parked it
Walked
ain't got no shame
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna
witnesses
I'm the truth
Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war
Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious
Shots keep coming like I got three arms
Two trigger
that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a real shame that kid probably ain't yours
That girl' some bitch you
catch that nigga
Hanging out in a Tacoma he own one
Da game is to be sold not to be told
But ya'll knew that, back on
That gin and juice, true dat
Two
Try mines we going sliding till it aint no bullets
Im walking with 60 whateva you with it I swea that im with it
Momma stood by the microwave when i
smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like..
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves that's three
Ain't no waffle house baby hell I can't eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman he's so
Two youngings y'ahyia in a mean life
No vision everyday we pree life
I want to see more
She never been bored
We go to the movie house
We put
By 10 am im probably 2 addys in and half way through a tyson wrap
Keep a shovel like in december
Case it rain
Seen niggas get wet the most Ina
Whoa Nelly, why do you lie your name
Ain't Nelly and it's a crying shame
You've been going by this misnomer
And Jesus, they say you died
backs get pushed out
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
I'm scraping the bowl up, I'm whipping up cake mix
But this ain't red velvet don't eat it, ya smoke it
n bussing
tek the wah lef the
psh
no way we aint leavin nuffin
if ur good out
ill bring a hood out
walk in the yard that ur shiftin booj out
kick
and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel
Dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its strange to us
Y'all
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm startin' to believe ain't no such thing as Heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
louder come on 6
I bet I ain't gone leaves without her no
Send me some mo liquor dr white I'm da despiner champynge
even so wine though cause she only
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