Lyrics:
a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread
me the drop I'm coming slide
Niggas gangster on the gram but in real life them niggas hiding
And imma get back free lil' tweety if that Glock stay by
This for my man yo, word up
"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden."
"Uh, drug related?"
"The usual."
I don't mean this in
fuck you up
Had to disappear for a while shit got a lil' hot
Guess who's back on the block
Mr. Big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner
And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up
'm Big Bad Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen
Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison (yeah)
Now throw your
don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by)
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take
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
to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen
Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison (yeah)
Now throw your
By the lies, of true spies, compromised by the cries
Open up your fucking eyes, the population's on the rise
It's warfare, throw your hands in
of the blind, being led by war crimes
By the lies, of true spies, compromised by the cries
Open up your eyes, the population's on the rise
It's warfare, throw
spies, compromised by the cries
Open up your fucking eyes, the population's on the rise
It's warfare, throw your hands in the air!
Wave them all around
By the lies, of true spies, compromised by the cries
Open up your fucking eyes, the population's on the rise
It's warfare, throw your hands in
'm bout it mayne
We way over here
Up out your range
Don't try to be G
That's not your thang
You try me G
That glock gon' bang
K-I-N-G that's
they know redd one of the best
Plus I shine like I got a sun on my chest
[Lil' Flip]
In down south I put diamonds all in your face
And I'm sellin fifty
Ciera Tiera and Sarah
Damn these lil bitches clever
The way that she grabbing them ankles
cnd throw it
She proving that nobody better
Then I tell her
like a free throw
Say bye bye lil nigga
Finna drive by lil nigga
Imma slide slide lil nigga
Imma ride ride lil nigga
Better stop that shit lil
on the flo'?
Damani's on the go and Mr. Lucc on the catch-up
Soopa Doopa behind, and baby this a set-up
Two-step with me, call your girls
I got two ref's
Intentions on a million no slippin my pistols on me
I got it if you want it we hand it out by the oz
Still fuck the other side I kno them bitches some police
'm Big Bad Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick
cups up
You lookin' at me wrong, you got me fucked up
Order up some ones my nigga and throw the money up
I take your bitch I'm fucking your bitch my
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