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Andre Nickatina - Pumped lyrics
queazy, lets get it pumped up in this bitch get pumped like we never did before, but we about to turn it up and try to pimp the show -i kick raps from the back all the way to the front row, equipto, shag, nas, already got the blunt rolled fa show, so get the break it down to indo, equipto came through with beno -now its big blow sesions, hustle with the beat while smoken zig-zag, just a swisha sweet, ima.. keep ridin, till we deep inside ya, who got balls this should remind ya -ima franchise, right by ur liar, dumb freak divider, fuel for the fire thank god hisle, now niggas call a siree, to get crunk is ever mc's desire -a higher mindstate can never stay stuck put the tape in the trunk and blaze skunk like what to get pumped..get pumped come on lets get pumped up tear the roof off the motherfucker (equipto) everyday of my life i wouldnt change for nothin' momma said she ashamed becuase i stay blunted laughing cracker smile wen i do it how i want it roll the freeway like the indi 500 im 50 zag patterns stay up like an addict chewy automatics, sticker like a magnet the peewee's couldnt hurt the status i live for situations where i work my magic im a long-range winner again, its a cut throat industry, whos gonna remain? see im comen collidin' in the ride that was somethin to change to you weak ass rappers with nothin to say paid dues, onterage, for my crew make way we comen through, aint nothin u can do but back down we come to council we go without sponsers hit your town and take over the concert ready to get pumped come on, get pumped come on lets get pumped (get it off the chain) get pumped tear the roof off the mothercuker (shaggy) when im doin the show i stay pumped even when i bustle a hoe i stay pumped even when im paper chasin my dough i stay pumped so if i got drama you know i stay pumped shiett, i get the cross pumped im runnin my mouth, with this punk ass bitch, tellin to turn this mother out now im a fiend for high heel pumps and ride cluts, and bitches that fuck around with junk in they trunk they get the green buzz, the bodies on nerves, (?) so lets get this mother off the chain, im bringinthe pain im losin my brain, makin these niggas insane, thinken the thangs that neva gonna change, they followin his game, you'll forever feel pain, my membrane, is tellin me to keep shit crunk so get outside and get ur ass pumped upp get pumped get pumped come on lets get pumped up get pumped getpumped come on lets get pumped up tear the roof off the mother fucker |
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