Lyrics

Come on everybody let's all get down To this old-school sound with that K-Lou pound It goes a 1-2-3, 3 to 2-1 Can't leave my house without packin my gun I see niggaz dying Mamas crying They say "keep packing Dre" I said "ugh, you lying" Man, I hope they don't try to strike him out Have him doing big time in Suzy's house Hard times is coming to my town Graduated from the pen, no cap and gown Cause back in '85, school was soup I rolled in trues and vogues, so I sold goop Oops-up-side my head Next thing I know, I'm doing time in the feds Big spreads- with macks and killas 415s and Black Gorillas On the rilla -ugh- it's nothing pretty Can't get caught slipping laying under the titty Gotta be a savage, can't be no jerk Boy, I do's dirt And I'm a cold piece of work You's a smirk And you're scared to get down You better do the hokey-pokey and turn yourself around clown It's going down I thought you smelt it Niggaz PH-in and they just can't help it I keep sucka-reppelent Cause suckas is tellin Keep it coming out they throat, I grab my coat and I'm bailing Two years ago- a cuddy of mine Had to do some time 'cause a nigga dropped a dime I'm super-sucka-free And they can't fuck with me Cause I'm a R-O-M-P from the C-R-E-S-T We- gets dumb You know how we come Making up words like shitty-run-fun Shitty-run-fun? Yeah, is you with me? That's when your stomach is bubbling and your booty is drippy Sticky, gooey Smoke it with the Louie Step in the throne looking real rag-gooey Oooowwheeee...! that's how I sound So come on everybody, let's all get down
Writer(s): Andre Hicks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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