Lyrics:
[Intro: DJ Clue]
Yeah it's the world famous DJ Clue, Desert Storm
And I'm the motherfuckin reason you go to masterin
You make one copy of your
streets'll eat you if you let 'em, cop'll beat you
You pumpin' Diesel then them jack boys'll beat you
I try and listen more and speak less
'Cause all that
back (yeah)
Flex and the Pitbulls, Heavy Hitters, Kay Slay, Absolut
Camillo, Lantern, load the wax up, cock and shoot
Cypha Sounds, DJ Clue, Envy,
Holy cow
Said by the sports caster cause my thought's blast ya
Lyric's so hard I cough plaster
I taught master yoking rebel's smoking devil's
In
y'all little biddies
We like hungry Pitbulls out
To get your kiddies
We like hungry Pitbulls out
To get your kiddies
Yo I say, I just don't love no
Word play is just an illusion
Hypnotized by the television
My names been shot out your mouth
Northern drawl not from the south
Gates of hell guarded by
die bitch
Hit kids not Juuls
Big teeth big bite, uncaged pitbull
Bang in this bitch, hang up the bitch
Stop calling my phone, lemme hang up your bitch
for the dope man
I just got a scale by the way
Shout out Patty Cake by the way
Told me never put a whole gram in a dime
Give 'em point seven
their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used
a eighty year old lady
Saying Satan's waiting for me
In the back by the bar
(Is he)
But she won't let me out my seat
So how am Imma know
I guess I'll find
Why oh why must you swoop through the hood
like everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think all the girls around here are trickin'
up
What's your favorite scary movie?
Yo, Slim Shady (yo, Royce 5'9")
Y'all wanna make a movie? (What, what?)
We got the film right here
Yeah, I'm
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
Drizzle chocolate sauce all up in the lamb
Put you six feet under in the grave next to Abraham (Six feet bitch)
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Drizzle chocolate sauce all up in the lamb
Put you six feet under in the grave next to Abraham (Six feet bitch)
Lincoln sports package red velvet seats
Drizzle chocolate sauce all up in the lamb
Put you six feet under in the grave next to Abraham (Six feet bitch)
Lincoln sports package red velvet seats
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
I'm breaking em like crockery be Easily stopping thee so
They in my grill for colossal beef
Oh! You was talking to me
Y'all be Hagen Dahs type sweet
Ain't talking range. I couldn't cry
I was told that I would die if I didn't know how to aim ain't leaving the same
I don't know if y'all aware but it
This is what you're tellin' me, okay
It all comes down to this huh? Okay
This is what you fuckin' tellin' me?
That this is it? Okay (grr)
How
I'm used to building things up from the bottom
Used to be nothing there now there's something
Grabbing all the scarps that's from the garbage
Make
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (woo)
Your mama wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.A. think about your broad all I want is
What's your favorite scary movie?
Yo, Slim Shady (yo, Royce 5'9")
Y'all wanna make a movie? (What, what?)
We got the film right here
Yeah, I'm
with her
See the booty and the front was all in place
But the girl had the pitbull face
So we ran jumped drove swam crawled hid
Oh lord god
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