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Potna Deuce - Dat's My Potna lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Rube ] It's so wonderfully all good and everything's superb I got the herb, I got my Hen mixed in with the Bird So hear the word, potna, I'ma look up A bunch of monkeys, so then we can get the hook-up That ain't a problem cause you is like kin with me I said you been with me, you sipped gin with me A true potna won't hesitate to dial the crew Cause if it's foul with me, I know it's foul with you (Yeah, dat's my potna, doe) Sidin shotgun at the sideshow I show no love if your shit ain't came back, so They can't fade Young Rude the Rascal Relax, hoes, it ain't naythin but P Deuce Ki-Dog, the Mad Dog 22, Kiwi Juice At the lounge spot hittin the round spot with no sequels I switches up with my peoples [ CHORUS: all (2X) ] Yeah, dat's my potna, doe Yeah, yeah, dat's my potna, doe Yeah, yeah, dat's my potna, doe Yeah, yeah, dat's my potna [ VERSE 2: Chezski ] Funk Slave flavors being brung all in the paint Forget about my potnas, never worry, cause I ain't And [Name] knows a lot about the young folks Me and my killa [Name] run and let the thoughts soak Forget about [Name] and Little Skinny, shit We gon' do it right and do it right, slick And come up at em loose with my trouble hounds Fuckin with the proof and not the double downs In this thang ain't no suckers that I'm runnin with Old school way back is all I'm comin with And play the dominos like a nympho (Come on, man, it's on you, dude) tinted windows And potnas are reserved for the dunk funk You get em juiced and find your ass with gorilla dumps And dying for each other's just way real So get it tight when you're comin for the rough skill They after the crew, I gives a fuck and I'ma go 'head And put a hollow slug up in they fo'heads Doin time for all the backstabbin trick hoes I'll do a solid any day for my potna, doe [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Baby Beesh ] I got no words for the sucker butts, the tricks, the clowns I'm down for my canines, my dogs, my hounds (woof!) Yep, and so I say, "What's goin on, black?" What's up, dude, I'm givin up dap Known to get (wild and loose) You're kickin it tough with (Potna Deuce) I gives a damn what set you claim Cause if you're givin up love, you gets it back, mayn Grip tight everyday-a Dat's my potna, dat's my playa Who got dank, man, I need a response Now money, watch out, cause I got twomps Whether it's Tallyho, bombs or hay And about the women, man, it's Cock Holiday Had it goin on since young types Done been through Converse and towed down Nikes So come get with this jamboree Where we're treatin our potnas like family Down as the ground straight from the 'Joe Yo check it out, dude right there: dat's my potna, doe [ CHORUS ] |
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