Lyrics:
blue come thru just to paint shit red
Know we dump on the police then shake the feds
Aye, light the speakers, fight the preacher
Just cuz u poor don't
pumpin', pumpin'
And the girls like their speakers thumpin'
'Cause I told 'em to shake their humps
And any minute I'll be rollin' through
So get ready,
in it deeper, I only bone divas
Impregnate the world when I come through your speakers
Fuck hot, my records got the fever
Niggas kick dirt, get ya
Similar to me familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the fifth on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica
turn that to bae pack
Why you go and get on stupid shit?
We know where you lay at
Hop out by myself with 1K
It take one spray, give you face tat'
crib, cars and beepers
Wit hundred dollar sneakers my sounds blowin ya speakers
Burgundy landcruisers chrome rims on blue rugers
Lyrical hollow tip
by a lil' reefer
My Beats Pill speaker
And my 200 millilitre Hennessy
I hit ya lil' chica told that bitch to "Ven aqui"
Then proceed to bend her
dreams
Got China comin' out of 'er jeans.
Get money by any means, wearin' anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside to cover-up what's inside.
they're my amigos
My poison is Carnage imma bring out Venom
Hear the crowd applaud at the fuckin' stadium
(Yeah) Rappin' on the mic G's ain't a fuckin' bore
flavors of all sorts
My squad comin through, chop off your ear
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo
flavors of all sorts
My squad comin through, chop off your ear
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo
comin' too
My niggas come too
Couple toys yeah they for leisure
If I love ya Imma please ya
No decoys I won't deceive ya
Money call I gotta leave ya
Never
' straight through the speakers
Smokin' Keisha, dawg, nice to meet ya
If you talkin' dumb, contact deleted
Big facts, dawg, if you speak it
Big speaker, got
a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
We comin' through to take control
fo'
If you don't, dial four one one I got the info
Catch the tempo, bless ya mental, its quite simple
Step on stage, blow the speakers like a twelve
speakers
Hit me better mean it
Not a heavy bleeder
Surging thru the meter
I am not a preacher but I'm preaching to ya
So u better listen
Ion gotta limit
the faces, yeah now here's ya crown
Kandy comin' to ya live, never know whats next
Bass comin' through ya chest, break your solarplex
Fully-auto with
my shit wouldn't start
[Chorus]
So duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Murder was the case
Death by the bar
First 48
Crack in ya home
Comin thru ya phone
Leave it here alone
60 seconds gone
Bullets leave da chrome
Runnin thru
presentin' my show and tell
Before I finish, they're all dippin' as soon as they hear the bell
Now I'm just talkin' through your speakers, that's my story in
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
the Zodiac speaking im the reason these heathens seemingly squeamish
See me creeping thru these speakers
Hear me coming for ya
Hear me coming for ya
By fire by
on CD on repeat
You know you need me i'm in ya speaker
The rhythm got bodies talking
You know you want to so let go
You hear it calling
The sound of art
Ya lately I’ve been spending time alone
The only time you hear me now is through your stereo
If you not callin now
Then don’t you come around no more
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