Lyrics:
up Trump
They pulled me over, they was mad as fuck
They ain't find a pistol, ain't find a pump, just some dog shit in the trunk
I know they wanna
take a ride with me
take a ride
(come and take a ride on the wicked ass westside)
[verse 3]
Pump up the tyres, wipe of the wires
Tighten up
featuring: B.G. KnoccOut, Gangsta Dresta, Sylk
Verse 1: [Gangsta Dresta]
I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard
find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck Ace Ventura
By the power
Yo, you could get rugged, rough, hard like Luck
Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck
I'm slumped in a truck, with the pumps up
Comes
like death-rays strafing y'all punks
Find yourself wrapped-up in duct tape in a trunk
Not breaking the boogie not faking the funk
Don't mistake me for
off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind
will have the strongest blood pump feeling like f**k it
Had me chasing gear feeling like Im stunting
She said get at me when you rocking the means
da new funk era, call it 'G funk terror'
Slappin' mother who dared to front us brotha
Ya betta act somebody, get down with da funky move
Now tell me
was Farmer
Shorty got the death wish, I wish to die
But when I try, it just goes by
You couldn't kill me because I can't kill myself
And if I got
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
Callin me a balla shot calla
'Cause I'm slangin' all the major weight
Blam!!
Close the door to my residence,
Po-po start searchin' low, but found
like this could even make the devil commit suicide
hung from a tree on Johannesburg with no parachute
Big-Bigfoot captured by UFO's
Haloes were
under
When me and my ship's rollin' like thunder
[hook]
Ghost rida'
On the seven seas fiya'
Pump that cannon when the flames get higha'
[x4]
I'm still
the soul by the pound,
As I kick, this old school flavour with grace,
Number one in your pool, I'm the ace,
Got the trippy cool style with the psychedelic
which is, capable 'cause my uzi weighs a ton
pistol grip, pump, in my lap at all times
when it's time for some action, yes I'm blastin
'cause, the funk is
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
played the role of a fool
And I straight go looney
When a buster with metal step to me
O grabs the bass and thumps
Busters duck the funk, what's
the funk for your town
Down on the floor now
Let me see you move
This time tonight
Now it's time to groove
Who got the champion
Sound understand
Rhyme for
Honey
Dip Slip To The A.M. What Is That You're Saying?
You Think You Start Praying It's Not A Game You're Playing
Pump One Pump Two Listen
the trunk
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can call it what you want
How many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're
and to think, there's a whole night left
Dain: Let that beat ride a minute
We been grindin' all week and now we're geared to attack
We gonna' kick back, pump
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