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Crime Mob - Go to War lyrics
(feat. Bohagon & Lil' Scrappy) [Chorus: Pimp C] Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car [Verse 1: Lil Scrappy] Yea, I was born military thuggin nigga ever since mama taught a young nigga to gon' and get that presidence ballin on ya presidence but im still thuggin tho got dem crack fans standin around like a rock show just bought a dime now they screaming out fa 5-0 dime piece collection in the Tec I got the air hole what you looking at me for cuz im on that drank hoe and im gone off some that mission impossible im flexible, I still can move through traffic if I get into it with one of ya bastards im'a let you have it go reach fo' one of my gadgets take the pen out of the cannon you'll be dead in a casket mama thinkin was that for strappin [Chorus: x2] Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car [Verse 2: Diamond] Look, any motherfucka step up get wet up guaranteed to feel the heat well im packin lotta stackin attacking smackin crack in da cap in yo team in deep always bustin up clips you bleed keep a nigga down on his knees when you mess wit little Diamond so shinin' and blindin' grindin' fryin' hoes cowardly all you bitches bout dancing' me, aint none of yall my homie we bringin' the Tony Montana's and hammers and banners that's hard to beat I got that shit you need just like the air you breathe my lyrical spirits are critical miracle burn like gasoline im slick as vaseline put a look in the must homie im the realist appealist that's trillest that's illest that's on the scene yea hoe im running thangs, cuz now im in the game ball that hoop and switch and shooting like le'bron james [Chorus: x2] Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car [Verse 3: Pimp C] Ughh, I pimp tight like MJG body body like Master P Showing out in the parking lot BKA Young Pimp C, AKA Sweet Jones change my name to Tony Snow Love a crow came off whippin' snow in a Pyrex bowl my car dangerous hit it with the sprite hittin' 10 in a Benz truck full of work, nothing' but white gettin' hot on the street lights Rolls Royce not the motor bikes Not a lover just a Mac dump the sack I drip the lac' I if you know like I know bitch you wouldn't be sayin' that monkey talk get people killed, I spend ya kool-aid pack if you if you not willing to see me best not say my name we aint got no time to be guessing and playing no pussy games [Chorus: x2] Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel if you wanna go to war i'll take ya to war I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car. |
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