LYRICS
作词 : Calhoun, Clinton, Irvin ...
Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people like mugilla
From the chickens, liver, stanky rivers like kitty liver
Take my finger out your putang you smelly Funkadelic
With Funkadelic reteric for you relics
Ghetto Heisman (The buffalo fake the shit street sweeper)
The Grim Reaper's grim reaper
I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon
The game sprays out of my mouth like a can of Krylon
Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on
You had tights on like you had nylons on
Boogie banga funked out panty stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger
Smell me
(It's the [unverified] words man)
Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose
About to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman
I'll serve ****ers in the third person don't even try it
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my ****ers bang loose
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my ****ers bang loose
Timber, Hawk, it's the big hawk
Ready to chalk
With the boom ping, ping
That make the Dre swing, swing
Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the trigger
Hit, click, click, click, click, click
****ers, dissa, stealer, scrilla
Did-a anybody kill her? I'm blasting
None of them like Danskin
Closing caskets chromed
Put my L.A. throat back on
It's back on and getting cheddar
In my ride with the blue feather, in linen
Strolling with the vengeance
And when I make that gun clap
****ers, ****ers roll like pigeons
So if you claiming than brang it
And be about the drama
It's WC and I ain't your mama
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my ****ers bang loose
****ers make way for the big bomber
Mr. all night rider, original bang hand glider
Scuffing up Chucks swiftly
Looking for a spot launch that mini mat
And that's a hard hat
Do it till I get you, pistol grip whip you
****ers, your pitiful, picture me back burner material
Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought [unverified]
Ditching your block when live while you work
'Cause it ain't no half repping
Either you riding or not, **** it or keep stepping
Come on, feel the breeze
What, y'all ain't know? I got a squad so cold
We freeze all area codes, they need this, real Gs
Critical thesis bound to break ****ers down to quarter pieces
For real, Devil, the boss under the Dub
Swanging, giving orders to chickens and thugs
It ain't no ****ers in this industry that flow like me
Matter fact, it ain't too many ****ers that can see me
For sure I've been none to loc for way too long
Now the spot lights on me, so believe me its on
Its funny the way I'm hated, always underrated
But ya'll hoes couldn't come with it if you ****ed
****ers wanna test me, I wish you would
Lyrics bang more harder than ****ers bang they hood
I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades
Got so much heat I make the Devil run for shade
This ain't no game ****ers, so don't **** with T
Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries
I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs
For pu**********ng off [unverified] trying to take these keys
A female fely in Burberry
Picking up money from the commissary
Don't **** with Terry
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my ****ers bang loose
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my ****ers bang loose
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my ****ers bang loose
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my ****ers bang loose
WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, Lady T
Swang on, swang on