Lyrics

(Trilogy) (Grrr-rah) yeah, yeah, go get the strap (Grrr-rah) yeah, yeah, go get the strap (Grrr-rah) yeah, yeah, go get the strap (Rrr) go get the strap (rrr), nigga, go get the strap Fuck that, niggas out here active, blood (brrrat!) What's brackin'? You'll never catch us lackin', blood (never) You stupid, you think we ain't packin', blood? (Know I got it) Fuck wrong with you? I don't like the way you actin', blood (Get up off me) Get the grip, find an opp, give him the whole clip (bang) That's his car pullin' up, shoot up the whole whip That's his man, hit him too, that nigga down with him Check his 'Gram, see who else be hangin' around with him (yeah) He could get it (uh-huh) him too, nigga, go get the strap Load it up, spin the block, I know where them niggas at (where?) Where they at? Who they with? Them niggas gettin' smoked Line 'em up; they ain't hard to find, all them niggas broke (stupid!) O-Dog, Nino Brown, Michael Jordan, what? Be like Mike, yeah right, I wanted to be like Tut (woah!) Big Cuban, flooded Rollie, I see ya eyin' it (I see ya) Get ya clapped if I think you think about trying it A'ight, so boom, first up, all y'all niggas suck my dick Matter of fact, suck my dick with your mother's lips (stoopid!) Ah, ah, ah, niggas runnin' out they mouth Y'all dead-ass like I won't punch you in your fuckin' mouth? Matter of fact, I'ma smack fire out you, boy Are you dumb? I'ma beat the brakes off you, boy You some, "Gas what I smoke, nigga" (bang bang) Nah, on this dick your mother choke, nigga (Grrr-rah) yeah, yeah, go get the strap (Grrr-rah) yeah, yeah, go get the strap (Grrr-rah) yeah, yeah, go get the strap (Rrr) go get the strap (rrr), nigga, go get the strap Man, fuck that, my niggas 'bout that action, blood Catch one frame, my niggas got that strap in, blood They scrappin', my niggas get to clappin', blood (bo bo bo!) Fuck wrong with you? I don't like how you actin', blood (Get up off me) I am not gang-gang, I do not gang bang But play me like I'm pussy, I will pull up and bang-bang Niggas get knocked out, then say they gon' pop out Hop out, uwop out, and air the whole block out Blow the whole stock out, and I'm 'bout what I'm 'bout I'm a one-man band, I bring the drum out and dump it Bend your block, one o'clock, blowin' the trumpet I'm with the shits, my niggas still hit the licks I'm stupid rich, still doin' some stupid shit You niggas know the vibes, scared to come outside That's the third time you've been got, second time you was shot Your man just ain't your man, he saw us first and fuckin' ran We on a different type of time, you on some different shit Now nigga, don't you play with me, play with a bitch I ain't ran into a problem that I can't fix Hit your ass upside the head with a full stick (Grrr-rah) yeah, yeah, go get the strap (Grrr-rah) yeah, yeah, go get the strap (Grrr-rah) yeah, yeah, go get the strap (Rrr) go get the strap (rrr), nigga, go get the strap (Grrr-rah) yeah, yeah, go get the strap (Grrr-rah) yeah, yeah, go get the strap (Grrr-rah) yeah, yeah, go get the strap (Rrr) go get the strap (rrr), nigga, go get the strap
Writer(s): David Scott, Curtis Jackson, Leonard Grant, Karel Jorge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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