Lyrics

Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Memphis the Koopsta swoops, sendin' bustas straight to the med Us robbers, we break 'em down like the return of the livin' dead Burn out on you funky ho's, time to creep like a criminal It feels so beautiful when I blast through the fuckin' door Well, back in the day, when my life was a challenge, it got hard from watchin' that murderous shit When I was a convict, I'm wreckin' they faces and dumpin' them trizzicks like down in a ditch Koopsta the Knicca, the ritual killer Go creep me some, make 'em hit their knees Dead bodies in them fuckin' trees when I load my gun, bitch So when I get my glock and load it up it's 'bout them megabucks It makes me 'bout to pop a slug, make your movies tensionous Really, really, really, do you think that you can rob? Can you buck these busta bitches down? Leave 'em dead between cars? A Babbage nigga tried to set me up a stale deal Now where he at? Still burnin' in the cornfield I had to pop him, had to buck him in his fuckin' head Nah, you don't wanna have to do me Nah, nigga, I ain't interested Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K I got a plan to kill a man and get my ass in To make him bend, and get to countin' up my dividends My time is short, I can't go broke, so lock, I buck 'em down Unload them milli' rounds and make 'em feel them thunder sound Who called the feds when I bumped them busta bitches heads? Who called me Satan when I sprayed 'em with them bullet leads? Whoever, whoever, I practice helter skelter Have you been creepin' or been reachin' evil letters? A rat-at-ata, it don't matter, you're in danger You changed the seal and revealed an evil stranger Come in, come in, come burn with me until the end Your life's a judge, my life's a mothafuckin' deadly friend And man, don't drop, my wicked speakers speak that slum The armageddon got me hectic, makin' bodies numb The Koopsta Knicca's makin' mothafuckin' children hollow To take your soul, bitch, that Koopsta Knicca's the seven robber Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Writer(s): Paul Duane Beauregard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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