Lyrics:
a knock-out
Showed these bitches how to do it, but they dropped out
Yup, yup, bling-bling if the watch out
Tell 'em, "Watch out," I brought the block out
(Pull some of that bass out Bruce)
PRP denim, VIP with 'em, two twin hoes, I'ma hit 'em
Balmain jeans, bitch, I look clean and you know I'm turnt
to myself
Ready? I'm no beginner
We'll never run out of health
Level up by the second 'cause
So much damage is dealt no doubt
I'll be the greatest trainer
this bitch
And grab a mop
Clean em up
Leave this bitch shinning
Like a bald spot
We the have nots
School of hard knocks
We're most niggas drop
And It
bundle bring your butt in
A soldier, what I do to that hood?
"Are you that slave everybody tellin' me rap good?
Calm down, not goin' ta murder ya
Clean
bundle bring your butt in
A soldier, what I do to that hood?
"Are you that slave everybody tellin' me rap good?
Calm down, not goin' ta murder ya
Clean
dick em down and turn em out
Sacramento California and im from the south fast eddy Mr. Swirvin out ya girly house
The Kicks Clean the Car and the kit
degrees
It felt like a dream, sittin' on the lot at Dairy Queen
Very clean, in my dirty three pullin' machine
Jeans with tightly packed booty caught my
coming off clean
I put a bullet in your
Bean, bullet in your cornrow
Bullet in your lean
Put on the safety, switch off the beam
Oi rudeboy, yo
Anytime you
you at?
[Hook: King Jacob & (The Proffesor)]
Cause..
We are, so extreme (so extreme)
So advanced (so advanced)
Sho is clean (sho is clean)
Sex,
Niggas sneakdissing bring 'em straight to me
How that nigga Tee get
Out that RTM indictment?
I wasn't on that case
Keep yo dicksuckers quiet
When that
out
We clean him up bring the mops out
All of my youngins will pop out
In the Buban send em to earth
She giving me top in the car while I'm swervin
one's worse!
My nigga Bone held the chrome
'til I came home
Thug love players tell these bitch
Niggas "bring it on" i caught a plane out to
Cleveland late
out the 'cat
Hop in a Wraith
I'm a fuckin king, where's my throne?
Bring a young nigga some grapes
This bitch talk too much, oh my god
Bring a young
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
weak! Ah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah you know me. Cos my clean-up game's flique!
Bring the duckets for my MOP
I make your oak pristine
Gimme all
I'm talkin' dirty, wit' bout 80 thousand in my mouth
I'm stompin' through this bitch, movin' 'em in, and shippin' 'em out
Breath smell like
Yeah
This is classic shit right here, vintage shit
Go get ya tape decks ready
You know I had to bring 'em back
Terror era's the squad man
Yeah
on the slice, can he co-clean?
Doin more scratchin' than a funk and a dope fiend
Cold knockin' blocks off, gettin' rocks off
I don't cock off , cop out
The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit
Yeah, motherfuckers, welcome to the United States of America
Time to roll out
Who's fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one behind the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em
got a lot of flow
This here is my molly rock
You on the pills, nigga? No
But the bitches is
Pull up in that two door, kill 'em
No witnesses
Hop out
it to the other strip (woo)
Call me anything don't call me by my government (woo)
'Cause when I'm out 'chea in the jungle we be sellin' bricks (ugh)
and clear it out
You given two ears and two eyes so learn to close your mouth
When life is confusing you gotta clean what's in the house
Don't let it
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