歌词
Follow my wickedness, now can you picture this? 2 deadly crooks, went off tha hook,
Don smoked a blunt,
I feel tha dizzyness
Twist yo ass up, real tight wrapped up like
Twizzler My ******* jus wont cha to feel a, crooked ******* off
Audelia Dallas
Texas, we quickly risin up and surprisin
So light up anotha splif, get ready to dip, off in that
Highland Sky friend, down wit me we smokin that
Annie Mae
Catch a ******* talkin *******t, he my enemy
Like Kennedy, he gettin sprayed
So I keep my gauge loaded, pop, pop
Uh oh, there they go, let anotha flee 4 real crooks runnin tight wit me
Jus a crooked ass ******* finna claim these streets
Beats I rip em, oh yes indeed aint nuthin simpler
Gotta 0 for them foes, that stories untold
Yes I'm Tha
Rippla, watch out when
I hit cha
And keep on comin when thea's trouble
I'm gon pop tha trunk, down to pump, and make these *******z scuffle
Bust yo bubble, if tha static start
Infrared up on his heart
That's to set this *******t apart
*******, that's b4 it starts
Chorus: Juiell (repeat 2X)
Take out ******* up lungs from tha blunt smoke 4 deep, eyes closed, gon on that door to door
Smokin on
Annie Maes, swervin up in that burbon
Sippin on that
Syrup and ya'll aint heard me,
******* [K-Roc]
I bring mo
Grim than
Mr. Reeper, keep watchin me cause
I'ma creeper
Pull out my pistol faster than you reach and check yo beeper
See we teachers, and soon as you break fast, class had started
Some of you will fall short in yo mission to be tha hardest
Now retarted mean slow, so
I was blessed to ride tha big bus
Whoopin *******z wit false nuts, ******* em and feed em saltdust
Cause all us, we killaz, enemies aint no kin to me
Drop em off in tha
Trinity, tha endin of a killin spree
Outsmoke a chimney, that's me, carousin that figure
*******, go blow yo swisha, watch me blow a swisha bigger
Then send you to a place, where you taste nuthin but cake
Kevin A.,
K-Roc you face
Slow it down
K, I'm tryin to let em know that they cant touch us
We on our way to
Annie Maes, smoked out up in this
Cutlass Hataz want ruckus, but all my *******z like ******* em
Let's go back to puffin and go try to ******* us sumthin
Chorus [x2] [Mr. Pookie]
Time to hit tha dance flo', look at her,
Goddamn hoe
Bring a couple of yo friends so my *******z can play em like banjos
But I'm jus sayin though, get yo team and
I'll get mine
We can sip up on this wine, smoke some ******* and get so high
I'd be lyin, if
I said I wasnt attracted by yo biddies
Lustin for them *******, make yo booty jump like switches
But tension buildin up, some ol busta and his freak
Tryin to battle up in tha club cause he ******* her friend last week
I'm gon keep, my composure, head swiftly for tha exit
Already 2:55 and these *******z out hea wreckin
I'm bettin it's gon be, mo drama in a minute
Baby momma might be in it, swearin to
GOD that she gon kill him
Man I feel him,
I hit tha block a couple of times and go
Roll it up fast, smash on tha gas, its time to hit tha way to go
Time to choke and not a lil bit, roll up a swisha *******t
I'm be smokin til my lungs get big,(til wha?) my lungs get big,
******* Chorus [x2] [K-Roc]
Who is that?
Tha rockla *******, comin up tha block sparklin
Lettin my dawgs holla in my black
Ashton Martin's
What you got *******?
We some soljaz, we marchin
Like my *******,
P, tha industry is a toy
We bangin wit tha
East Coast flow and tha hub coast twang
But a crook 4 life *******, that's tha game, got claim?
I gotta AK 47 and
I call it
KC Cause he sound so sweet, when
I let him go and release heat
Cant forget his brotha
JoJo, tha 44 on my hip
When I run outta his brotha, best believe he a trip
******* sippin sumthin, comin down clean and
I'm dippin sumthin
Fast *******, blow past *******z like
Eric *******erson
I aint sportin
Gators but you *******z betta watch me though
Fubued out tha game, crooked chain, wit a foxy hoe
Feelin like a millionaire sippin
Hennessey
Full of green trees, you *******z betta picture me
Chorus[x2]
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