Put It Down - Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Violent J & Monoxide: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Violent J & Monoxide

Put It Down

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Put It Down was released on January 1, 2007 by Psychopathic as a part of the album Psychopathics from Outer Space 3

Song Details

AlbumPsychopathics from Outer Space 3

Release DateJanuary 1, 2007

LabelPsychopathic

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM85

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Performer

Violent J

Performer

Monoxide

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Songwriter

Violent J

Songwriter

Monoxide

Songwriter

Lyrics

What up y'all?

This Jed Thumpman

Let me tell y'all a little story

About a motherfuckers that I know named Blaze

Now every time we roll up a joint

Motherfuckers always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze

Man, fuck Blaze!

This motherfucker act like he puttin' it down for the hood

Talkin' 'bout everybody know Blaze, big baller!

I don't give a fuck!

Dead motherfucker don't get no special treatment from me!

Look at Sarie's son, little Eric

You know that motherfucker down to wear a wheelchair

I hate that motherfucker

And I don't show him no special treatment!

So Blaze can kiss my ass!

I put in work for my hood, so fuck a nine to five

You can find me on the corner, hustlin' on the grind

They call me Mr. Lump Lump

So when their heads hear the thunder and the bump bump

They come out runnin' like the kids to the ice cream man, children, I'm sorry

But it's Blaze in the minivan playin' Atari

And I gotta do a crime to loot and eight ball

Semi automatic with a clip for the law

All I wanna do is make money and smoke

Fuck hella bitches, and slang my dope

The law ain't good for a motherfuckin' thang

But eatin' mad donuts, and gettin' all in the way

I been gone for more than a day, and some things changed

Some of them died and some faded away

I represent the ghetto from Harlem to Pinewood

I ride for the hood, I put it down for the hood

I put it down for the hood, I ride for the hood

And all my motherfuckers is up to no good

'Cause everybody in the hood is tryin' to come up

So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck

I put it down for the hood, I ride for the hood

And all my motherfuckers is up to no good

'Cause everybody in the hood is tryin' to come up

So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck

I've been dead to the world for the last eleven years

My body's decomposing, I'm missing part of my ear

Still gonna rock till the day I die again

Get up back from the dead, and ride again

Walk again, talk thug shit (Right?), empty mack clips (Right?)

Keep it old school, wanna see that bitch? (Uh-huh!)

Witness thugs in King's coats and Raider's caps (Real killers!)

Jheri curls and baseball bats

Ready to die like (Everyday!)

I put it down like a motherfucker (Everyday!)

I drink brew and smoke weed like (Everyday!)

And we all tryna get paid but anyway

Anyway, killas don't talk, but this one do

Talk you out your wallet let the .45 blast you

Twice in the chest, once in the face

Bust the extra heater on the safe side in case

Your bitch is wack, well she can catch one too

'Cause if you're down with your hood, then your hood down with you

I put it down for the hood, I ride for the hood

And all my motherfuckers is up to no good

'Cause everybody in the hood is tryin' to come up

So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck

I put it down for the hood, I ride for the hood

And all my motherfuckers is up to no good

'Cause everybody in the hood is tryin' to come up

So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck

Psychopathic just like thugs (Right!), we ball, and we fight (Right!)

And just like the freaks I come out every night (Yup!)

Holdin' down the sidewalk

Standin' amongst muthafuckas that's soon to be outlined in chalk

Sippin' on a cold ass 40 of OE

Live from the D-E-T, we OG

Pissy drunk always, we dead bumpin'

Stay thug with the throw away in the trunk

Bitch slapper, fuck a bitch rapper

Bitches were made for fuckin' but that's another chapter

Bitch you don't know me, don't approach me

Thinkin' that you're down with Blaze Ya Dead Homie

G Blood embedded in street blocks

That's why I put it down, and blast with many shots

Bullet holes in my chest, it's all good

Man I even died for my hood, motherfucker!

I put it down for the hood, I ride for the hood

And all my motherfuckers is up to no good

'Cause everybody in the hood is tryin' to come up

So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck

I put it down for the hood, I ride for the hood

And all my motherfuckers is up to no good

'Cause everybody in the hood is tryin' to come up

So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck

Written by: Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Monoxide, Violent J

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