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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tech N9ne Collabos
Tech N9ne Collabos
Performer
Big Scoob
Big Scoob
Vocals
Jay Rock
Jay Rock
Vocals
Kutt Calhoun
Kutt Calhoun
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tech N9ne Collabos
Tech N9ne Collabos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Summers
Michael Summers
Producer

Letra

Some gangstas wanna head blast, cause I run with the red rags Free Uno Ace Capone. The homie Keith Fudge, I got your back homie Let's go! Crew, soo-woo Nigga that's what we do Who, be you If you want funk me too I'm bool as a bubumber Laces in my shoes makin you wonder Am I gonna act a fool or bring your crew thunder Thinkin I pack the tool, the one I use on her I ain't trippin but the old days got my mind glitchin Like different signs that ain't my kind got they 9's whistlin Like a nigga wanna find this and strip clips till my wines drippin But nobody wanna do no crime they just talkin about rhyme spittin When I'm at the movies, careful how you steppin to me Cause I think who's starin at me wanna do me Cause Im flamed up and soo woo-ey Head crash, my head's bad Cause I be thinking some gangstas wanna head blast Cause I run with the red rags Crew, soo-woo Nigga that's what we do Who, be you If you want funk me too I'm a motherfucking animal, red devil, Tasmanian Bangins' in my cranium, deuce click and five claimin it Kansas City thang, from two clips at my range is bandana dangerous You's crip when I'm sayin' it? It's Soo-Woo business, then yous through nigga Blood? I don't give a fuck if I knew you nigga That's that 85 mentality, victim of your reality Catchin, pumpin' that 7-11 in your fatalities It's another nigga's wake-up, smoke water and drank up Heavenly, blocks flames from 20's to the seventies It's ballers tuckin' fed cash, to get you dead fast Gangstas they head blast cause I run with the red flags! Crew, soo-woo Nigga that's what we do Who, be you If you want funk me too Uh, I'm just bicken back and bein' bool You don't this feelin, look you fuckin with the realest No, gloves no, mask look you know we bout to kill it Disrespect us will get your mami pinned to the ceilin This is still holdin hemi's even when I'm in my jammies Niggas wanna catch me slippin leave me sleepin like a mami Plus they still sendin threats, haters wanna pack me out Bunch of internet hustlas always wanna run they mouth I ain't trippin still thuggin for blood and getting guap And you know I keep a __ let it sing just like a doo-wop And it's always tough guys, they don't never wanna co-op Crew, soo-woo Nigga that's what we do Who, be you If you want funk me too Signed up, suited and booted, old nigga, ready for war Layin back, stackin cake, but it don't take much to activate Snatch it back and act innate, rainin' down the hand of god Chopper get to sanging nigga smokin like his elder bar Forgive me Lord I'm trynna keep it cool But I'm a old nigga with a quick fuse, quick to smell the bitch in dudes Hard to walk in Scooby's shoes, do the shit that Scooby do Fi' block, a general, I done paid my fuckin dues Nigga this the life I chose, fuck that, life I choose Still livin gang rules check the laces in these shoes Gangsta nigga through and through, tried tested been approved On blood, one love, nigga what, soo-woo Crew, soo-woo Nigga that's what we do Who, be you If you want funk me too Crew, soo-woo Nigga that's what we do Who, be you If you want funk me too
Writer(s): Johnny Mckinzie, Aaron Dontez Yates, Michael Summers, Steward Duane Ashby, Melvin Lewis Calhoun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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