So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin' I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin' From the bay by the b-ball piece When you see this nigga, you know what I'm sayin' I want y'all to whoop his bitch ass, man, you know what I'm sayin' Beat his motherfuckin' ass to the ground like a motherfucker, man Fuck this bitch ass See this how ass kickin' get down, your boys get beat down Your bitches get beat down, your brothers get beat down Your mothers get beat down, your cousins get beat down An' any nigga that try to clown, we leavin' 'em on the ground 'Cuz we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up An' after that them signs is gettin' thrown up Them hats is to tha right, them hats is to tha left We snatchin' your chain an' check your pockets 'til nothin' left I'm a crunk this nigga though, treat 'em like a hoe Ask these lil' bitches what the fuck they hittin' for Crunchy ain't a hoe an' Crunchy can't go An' Crunchy ain't a nigga that you wanna fuck with low An' if you didn't know then nigga you can know Then meet me down foo in the middle of the floor I'm a break it down slow an' fill you up with dro An' smoke your lud ass 'til I can't smoke no more I'm gon' whoop this nigga, I'm gon' whoop this nigga I'm gon' take it outside, click click boom with the trigger I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy I'm gon' call the fuckin' killers do a job on this boy We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor You don't know what just happened, you sufferin' from a fracture You rebel, let me catch you, I'll beat you, belly bastard You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone rushin' You all beat up an' busted, you shouldn't have pressed that button You all bloody an' bumy, you yellin' for you mommy An' people think it's funny, quit tryin' to out run me Your eyes are blue an' black an' your clothes are ripped an' tackin' You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket 'Cuz I wreck it, Smith an' West an' my weapon We steppin' to let the still meet your chest an' Don't play with these killers, they come from those parts The north where niggaz be pullin' the whole cart So mista big playa, mista big time playa You got the shit on lock, why you on my dick? Like a bitch walkin' around like you stone high Hollow tip bullets don't die, nigga, they multiply I'm gon' whoop this nigga, I'm gon' whoop this nigga I'm gon' take it outside, click click boom with the trigger I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy I'm gon' call the fuckin' killers, do a job on this boy We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor, to the © TEFNOISE PUBLISHING LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com