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Black Moon - Come Get Some lyrics
f/ Louisville Sluggah Intro: Sippin my henny Don't start none, won't be none 2X Wan't some, get some Like, Buckshot, Hennyville [Louisville Sluggah] Guess who? punk chunk, ya brain just blew It is he, gun two, L.O.U. You want some? Shit, come and get it Bout this Bob Mar' split bitch, nah you can't hit this Moked like Jeff Bridges while we takin pictures Smilin at these bitches, not thinkin bout our digits You want some, come come, I got some Fifth of Henny and some friends, we can all get dumb Everybody had a cup and in a pot put nut Half to gettin mines, I told her regulate that son Spillin some, for my fam that past I miss my nana always, but I'mma still get ass Get more cash, jump off and whip some ass Ville clickin, and off and think my niggas a blad It's like that, mad cuz my fam don't brag Fuck a finer dime and shine it to a Hefty bag [Buckshot] Fire one, Buckshot, comin with a gun Fire two, Buckshot, blast that too Actin like you solid witcha plastic prue Schemin on my nigga L.U., who the hell are you What? you think I'mma talk and flap Fuck the chit-chat, man I should've of been put this in your back You ain't have to act like that But you did, now I'm bout to aim for ya wig Word up my nigga, see whatever they want, they get Want me to flip? I flip The rhymes I whip, hence back to Brooklyn in a flash Thinkin about the weed and the stash, in the ash tray Man I got ass on the way Shit I got a call from Renee today She got that bombay, I'm bout to put her on the block where the drugs and the thugs stay Pick up my money and send her on the way You know what it's like I fuck around and smack the chicken in the breast Chill, you can get wet by the Hennyville spill Buckshot I still kill Chorus 2X: Buckshot You want some, you get some I'ma bout to fuck around and bleed somethin Don't start none, won't be none But since you started, I'mma bout to rip apart shit [Buckshot] Aiyo, what ya niggas wanna do with us Bucktown we bust, murder is a must Everytime I think about commercial rap niggas Leave the hood and scared to come back, niggas I subtract them niggas, they aint a part of us He ain't a part of my click, don't even start him up He rock a 10 Karat, we rock 24 all day Still smoke in a hallway And I make more in a day, then you make in a year So why the fuck is you in my ear You still think it's sweat now? Fuck the beef now Yo Louieville take it to the street now [Louisville Sluggah] It's BDB and Hennyville ya On fire like cheeba, get ya girl scream "Mamma mia" Aiyo I'm out of Henny's World with the go cart girls My niggas barkin, while some turn over and nerve Too many drinks son, it's affectin what you thinkin Stop dummin, don't forget we Black Trumpin' Yo I jump inside my Buggy Aiyo shorty wanna wish me luck, I ask If I win or lose, will you still give it up? She giggled and pilled off, we had to laugh Buck sever before we dash, it's in the bag There it go, the checkered flag I'm neck and neck with shorty for a second I wouldn't believe she do me dirty She tried to ram my tire, caught the divider Flipped the entire car and caught fire I kinda felt sorry, nigga, not hardly Sittin in the window, startin smokin Bob Marley Chorus 4X |
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