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点击复制First off we the mutha f**kin' thug lords
Now for all you n***as bangin' that mutha f**kin' west coast like n***a
You know what I'm sayin and fa sho no lie
29th street crip gang n***a c bo holdin' nothin' back
Yukmouth spice 1 and we do it live for the world it's still f**k off
You know what and we in that you know what I'm sayin
And this how we handle business n***a
From the early 80's to these 2 g's boy
Huh we blaze em up with ak's double my clip and we dip
Set trip and get hit flip crip or get zipped
Run with the crips catch me clumsy in the 6
6 rag invertable slide divertible murder ya
Dead and gone never heard of ya
Now we stuffin' lead in the chrome bout to hurt ya
Pack ya down in the earth we put work in like mad dirt
Ordainers twistin' like the revolver or the earth
F**k church it's a must I burst and curse
Yeah I'm a west coast bad boy but a thousand times worst
Dime piece gun in her purse one in her skirt
Cross me bet ya life that my b***h burst
Got me lockin' down the world for the north pole
Too cold to hold lyrics froze my wrist and my h*es
Number one thug lord f**k wit us
I won't lie the whole world gonna rush wit us tell em
Thug lord n***as boss up and don't stop
Thugged out n***as boss up and don't stop
Thug lord n***as boss up and don't stop
Thugged out n***as boss up and don't stop
Blow blada baba bo blada baba bang bang
Spice yuk and bo we do the d**n thang
Blow blada baba bo blada baba bang bang
Thug lord n***as we do the d**n thang
N***a you listenin' to the b o s s I l I n I
Yukmouth and c bo you know they label us born to die
But I pistol slap you and two n***as like 3 stooges
Walk over to the bar and sip on gin and juice
It's just the gangster in me the thug in me
Mug in me and get yo fro pushed back like homie
You lil' clown a*s n***a walkin' in bozo shoes
While my n***as out here doin hits makin' the news
What you think you gon' dodge these bullets like matrix
Like a condom I even lay teck on a b***h
Now that's some cold s**t a low lick a cold hit
Leave a n***a at a funeral cryin' with no b***h
Some thug lord s**t n***a shoot up ya coffin
N***as cross game get murdered by bosses
Cost's yo mutha f**kin' life when you play with the rules
They got a n uh n***a still singin' the blues
B***h next up to bat yukmouth destroy the earth with rap
Imagine pain worse than that my n***as coppin' birds of crack
Servin' track cock back and burst the gat
I want my turf back I hurt that work that twerk that
Rolex speed spot like joe pesci
Ak ready we deadly b***h
I'm like hannibal rector eat mc's for breakfast
I'm the hardest artist to sign to a label in texas
Yes it's that n***a with the platinum grill full of princesses
Invisible set straight up herbal molescents
In less than 60 seconds I kill em leavin' em breathless
Don't f**k with bread run outta' state bit records
With chin checkers in benz stretches who win cheddar
When fakers scramble liquid hands on n***as with vendettas
I'm like 10 fraredders bustin' off at the same time
Payed rhymes I kick s**t off when it's game time
Blow blow blididat blididat
Blow blow blididat blididat blididat
Blow blow blididat blididat
Blididat blididat blalalalat
Blada baba bo blada baba bang bang
Thug lord n***as we do the d**n thang
Blow blada baba bo blada baba bang bang
Spice yuk and bo we do the d**n thang
I'm hittin' n***as so hard with these you would need jesus
Believe these is yo last days I can see you cleavage
That's why I'm f**kin' you with the 9 millimeter
And I feed a n***a with the heater he was a long bleeder
And he taste good with fajitas heat em up now eat
Member me n***a that be eatin' raw meat
With tiger claw feet so it's easy to creep
You leave me no reason but to leave n***as bleedin'
Receive grievance with extra season of the sicc
I pick em off like brock marion
He kept starin so I took care of him shot him up with h****n
Like malt liquor to the liver hitter to the river wit ya
Dip ya down deep down deep
Where pirahna heat they eat they meat
Heat up they seats they seats with metal from the southside ghetto
I swear I'll make why'all mutha f**kas yellow
Tired of diggin' ditches like the goodfellows
Not good with mellow I keep the meat
Keep it hangin' in the closet like pig feet
Delete come with the
Blow blalat blow blow blow blididat
Blow blalalat
Ahah
Blow blididat blididat
Blow blow blalalalat blow
Ahaha
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