Lyrics:
kick doors
Now get your ass out my
Way or I'll kick yours
Champions baby, Crimson Tide
This the brand new shit the old shit died
Got a whole bunch
(Murs)
hey whussup this is muthafucking Murs
here with muthafucking basik
you know what I'm sayin i got a foul ass mouth
but not really givin a fuck
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
beat, the X is so death defyin'
Super scrubs keep tryin'
You wanna bite like a pit? I'll be the lion
I'll chew your ass like monkies on wild kingdom
Break bad, make up, then do it again
These hoes ain't got no feelin's
Hoes prayin' for chillin's (children)
By a young balla nigga that they think got
home
Scared ass niggas, you think they going take a life so they can get life (nope)
Ask Puff they ain't trying to hear that nigga
For no cake,
it, my nine reaches
the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers,
suck dick, but expect for me to eat her?
That ho crazy, man, you don't wanna meet her
But her homegirl, Nita, swallow cum by the liter
She look good
rowdy by sayin na na na na na
I'm a cash deala'
A No Limit ass kicka'
I'm a bad nigga
Fast nigga
Ain't the last nigga
Keep my mind on my money
me
Yo, you're just gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the belly
am, the nights broken
By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
She said she she want
(That's what you'll hear me say, boy every dayyyyyyyy)
[Verse Two]
I knew she had potential, to be a real player
Get paid up the ass by a millionaire
Te quiero
Te quiero cojer, te quiero cojer
I'll let your ass have it, te quiero cojer
Te quiero cojer, oh really?
Te quiero cojer
Now you've
about that little nigga running the streets
Making a living through his beats
What about these whack ass politicians
They don't care if we live or die
gets colder, I used to flip boulders
Of caine, on my brain, it's outta control, crime plot
A dead-ass cop and muthafuckas get got
In the game it ain't
you down
Kendo passed them guts and didn't have to kick you down
Who this bitch nigga wit' you now?
Do we know about your x-files?
And your sex
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
Have hoes walk around my crib butt naked...
[Ice-T]
True, pop the remy kick back and let the players represent
High floss true boss game and take
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (sho')
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Hitmaka)
Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks
Bitch
think I sprinkled when I tinkled
so, I dip in the sides there be a sweeter by the seater
cocoa powder, bubble-bath, and rubbing alcohol
for 5
Let's get 'em!)
Don't look now, but I'm back!
Now give me all my props again
I gotta kick your motherfuckin' ass for steppin' on my moccasins!
[shit] I got
I check this nigga that I used to snatch jewels wit
back in the day but nevertheless the kid's ass' slingin gas
to pay bills to 'ford some
you're tempted
By flesh, you want to bust through
Beautiful legs in the bar, there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marvelous thing
it ain't me, another member of my crew will kick your ass (what what)
We do damage to limbs
In '91, stomping you out with black Timbs
Prodigy
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