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Wet Boys - Da Lynchin' lyrics
Shiiit, right back at cha'll again (right back at cha'll) This the one they call whody (Stop saying whody and say Sporty(Records) boy Shit ain't nothin' change like I told y'all anything you make can and will be flipped against ya' you be exhibit three coming for me(like I told ya'll be a man about it) (like I do, I said ya' name boy, I said it) Uptown section of the newspaper Downtown as well T-bone on the track We raising hell Chorus(Repeats) {You got rope round' ya' neck(two rope sounds) Duck Tape on ya wrist(tape stretching sounds) Pistol whips to ya' skull(get em' get em') Now here come my pist(pissing sound) Verse 1: You tried *Guerilla Warfare* Now try this killer wheel chair Punk ya' hear?,Still there? You get drilled and killed there I gives a fuck about you bitches Y'all just hot cause i'm cold Look I been talking to you bitches Ain't saw you on the street so Juvenile I know ya' B.G. don't make me come show ya' I'd like to bling Lil' Wayne I'd like to sting with rain Bitch ya'll thank I can't prove it Set the date and lets do it Set cha' stage on fire and watch the wet boys run threw it See Reggie be bustin' heads, Gansta bout busting heads, K.C. be bustin' heads, Juvey be sucking heads B.Geezy B.G. you's a junkie fo-sheezy Boy ya' lips stay swole, black, sleezy and greasy All that muthafuckin' reppin' on ganster murder weapon You pimp ya whole fuckin' label, but ahh quiet as kept in I got nothing but love for ya' baby The way ya pimping ya artist through that dope got em' crazy Yeah you sold dope all ya' life Got pop, flip the script, started ratting thats trife Chorus Verse : 2 I can ganks and make a million And P, but cha'll reppin' his muthafuckin' business in the streets I don't hate cha' Baby it ain't that critical I just flip ya' artist cause they pitiful Junkies what they are Drivin' nothin' but jive cars Real soldiers behind bars Wont say ya' name but they are You like to rap' all day' But bring ya' beef my way You like to gamble? you was real? Yo' Rolex, my cable bill Up here nigga lets bet I want even break a sweat I'mma take ya' rolex the first round Hot Boys gon' slip and get wet Wan' say I'm thuggin' when I wasn't Sayin' I got it when I doesn't Look to me thats not helping Claiming you rich when you not wealthy Get cha' mind right Lil' Wayne B.G. leave that shit alone Pull ya' pants up on ya' ass and carry ya' young ass home I'mma say it one more time Bitch you gets no love (Junkies is what junkies does)(distorted voice) Boy I catch cha' slippin' i'mma beat cha' like a hoe Have yo' friends peepin' that set in the metro Girl that juvenile, you ain't know it he was on fire Sporty done pressure-washed em', knocked black magic off his tires Rest of y'all steal a car and come ride through my hood So I can clean ya' Dirty World and super soak ya' goods B. Geezy what chu' say you can't wait to see lil' L.Teeezy Its a must I keep it real, you got that look thats easy It's a dirty world and you bitches loosing You can't do nothing about it cause i'mma keep you loosing You can't make good songs cause i'mma do you wrong I take ya' hit flip ya' shit and make my pockets strong It's a dirty world and you bitches loosing You can't do nothing about it cause i'mma keep ya' loosing You can't make good songs, cause i'mma do ya' wrong I take ya' hit flip ya' shit and make ya' move on Yeah I see yo ass ridin' dirty up my block But if you stop you get drop with the glock off top I see you roll in yo compressor I snatch that ass hot boys one lesser I see you roll in yo compressor I snatch that ass hot boys one lesser Yes brah' Chorus |
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