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Insane Clown Posse - Who? lyrics
Bring it Cell Block, Twin Gats Full Clip, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, Bullet Jeremy, Psychopathic Rydas Nipples, Tom Dub All up in that bitch ass Bubba Dub, Double A Stepdirt, Jump Steady, Billy Bill, Tom K Mike E. Clark, Jason, Dougie Psychopathic tell me Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody) No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody) No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody) No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody) Back the fuck up cause y'all ain't got shit Representin the street killas my whole clique Where the bitch we run hoes for all they loot And when my money ain't right yo Believe we down to shoot Everyday what, different bitch And at least once a month, my whole enterage switch Hands down muthafuckas case closed Psychopathic Rydas got all the hoes Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody) No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody) No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody) No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody) Everybody that's down That is me and Full Clip bring it to 'em Oooh who's dat? Clip from the Rydas Dumpin out bystanders at the cops behind us Oooh who's dat? Your muthafuckin killa Pull out my nine and blast you in your grill, yeah Oooh who's dat? The winner of bread Put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head Oooh who's dat? Hatchet representin fool hood in a black truck Ryda till I die that's what I don't give a fuck how many caps they peel Fuck they crew and all they muthafuckin homeboys frontin like they real I got the hollow tip bullets for that teflon vest Blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest We ain't afraid to make the hammer go cock Just to erase a couple of wack muthafuckas off the block Leave you layin in a pine box with roses from your crew Pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody) No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody) No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody) No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody) You saw the show Say I didn't rock it I'ma jab a stick in your eye socket I'm through tryin to prove myself all the time I'm the muthafuckin shit bottom line Fuck dis tryin to impress y'all I'll wear a half shirt and walk a fat bitch through the mall Shit I don't pick and choose my freaks I'll fuck a crackhead with warts on her butt cheeks And I'd still be the shit like that Fuckin Yokozuna ain't livin this fat baby what Ain't nobody bad like us 25 drunk Ryda dawgs in the tour bus Who down with hoods in black trucks? (Fuckin everybody) |
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