Lyrics:
the doop
A bell with a coke
There by the lab
Off in my loaf
Why'all rappers think ya'll hard
I know ya'll soft
Its Chingy
Ya'll hoes act for me
So
somebody, swing it til' that nigga dead
Chingy make a chicken-head, and tell that chicken give me head
You can tie tonight dawg
Get em', peel em' roll
throw these hundreds get that ass out these pants
I'm just puttin' on, I'm all about da bread
She give me da money den she gon' give you da head
Sum'n
turnt to get on ass cause he just popped a bus
Get even we get back this shit get real when we start suiting up
I done risked my freedom with bro nem in
With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre
Lay back in the cut like I told yo' ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
I got a little
With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre
Lay back in the cut like I told yo' ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
I got a little
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
Fucked up Chingy's song
Afro-mother fuckin-man cant stand no mother fuckin Ying-Yang Twins
I think Lil John and the Eastside Boys is an ignorant,
To Get Da Cake N' Da Doe, Fuh Sho
Look man, dis is da cash game, where niggaz get dey ass flamed
N' police snitches n' bitches know they're last name
(Dum, da-dum)
(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
(Dum, da-dum)
(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
Bum, bum-bum
This is gonna feel real good, aight?
Most
how u filt u let hate'n stop yo grind
homie (fa real) D.A. bullshit
(fuck'em) want me with time homie
(time homie) sit'n lonely n a cell hear'n
okay
Da da doo doot-n, just dance
Spin that record, babe
Da da doo doot-n, just dance gonna be okay
Da da da dance, dance, dance
Just j-j-just dance
been to da hood, don’t come to da hood
Cuz u ain’t wanted in da hood n we don’t need u in our hood
So stay yo bitch ass up out my hood muthafucka
We
Bluntz rolled up
Come take a hit
(Yeh yaah )
U finna b on ya ass
Yea U finna b on ya ass
Got da drank n our cup
N we Gettin fucked up
I was down bad had to get off my ass as a man a n**** ain't gone never give ya nothin
I had put to down da books and I walked to da trap n**** had da
the sprite
But me I pop em straight hit da tea n lean to da side boosted up
Like I'm on jigga's call it live after five
Slushed out on da camera wit dat 9-8-5
not one of my opps they knew they would always get they ass smoked
I was Skate Yonny before I had da fro
Cracking seals on lean and pouring n***** 4's
wanna blast
Drop it on my shit
Drop it on my dick
Make me get long
Like da Neck of giraffe
By the end of the song
I'll be wreckin' dat ass
Gon' shake
Niggas talking bout money
But I really get a lot
my niggas still boomin n bunkin
Ima boss and I smoke out da onion
I been kickin big shit like a punt
Og in
ass back over, what the fuck's wrong with you?)
(Yo, what's happening? Is that your nigga or something?) Ay
Look check this shit out, that nigga, he
ass back over, what the fuck's wrong with you?)
(Man, what's happening? Is that your nigga or something?) Ay
Look check this shit out, that nigga, he
of my opps they knew they would always get they ass smoked
I was Skate Yonny before I had da fro
Cracking seals on lean and pouring n***** 4’s
Rockstar
beat n the background
Got racks by the stack now
So when we act, we act out
Like Kanye
Chiefin on that Bombay
It's that loud
Watch dat ass get
a dinner plate
Them hoes hot n ready like a steak, and I'm feeling like lil Wayne my nigga I'm sorry fa the wait
I'm da nigga make they ass believe, I'm da
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