I Walk & Skip Lyrics
| Song | I Walk & Skip |
| Artist | Jayo Felony |
| Album | Crip Hop |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Richardson, Savage | |
| One shot to yo ****in dome pow! | |
| Yeah, y'all niggas don't wanna do nuttin with this here | |
| Bitch ass niggas (One Shot) | |
| I puts it down | |
| Rich roll, yeah | |
| I hit em up it ain't no stopping this, SD see me how? | |
| Bastards released the homies, cuz we getting deeper now | |
| They call me the "Creepa Sleepa Homie" when I'm blastin | |
| My mission is to hurt these fools mashin assassin | |
| I'm cold hearted with this shit, ?? my alias | |
| **** a DJ suck-a-dick, they all scared to play shit | |
| And need me to set trip, but peep how I mash | |
| Ride on my foes while DJ Clue gets ****ed in the ass | |
| He said, "**** KY!" ya like it dry as ya mixed tapes | |
| All y'all shit fake, you never retaliate | |
| Unlike KRS, I break niggas down to they very last compound | |
| I stomp now I keep looking around loc, but ain't no comp now | |
| I guess it's just for tom ron blowin your mind | |
| And keep trying to run from me but you know I'm in ya mind | |
| But you that little bitch nigga that I'm goin to find | |
| And we I do it these hoes got to see fou' at a time, yeah | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| I C-walk and Skip | |
| Smoke, dip, and set trip | |
| Bitch let me put somethin on them we lips | |
| [Jayo Felony] | |
| Y'all rappers test me when? Cuz, test me then | |
| Bust one and rich roll, stroll like a pedestrian | |
| See me, think I'm bullshittin? | |
| But you know I'm hardly kiddin | |
| And Dulo we keep Crippin | |
| Chronic and let ya sippin | |
| Don't talk, move in silence and watch the ****in phone | |
| I wish one of you bitches would try to come up to my ****in home | |
| These boys is serious over turf and they rag | |
| We should do five for two, and both your airbags | |
| No more breathing cowards, ya leaving, ya seeing, believe me | |
| It's easy, get rid of these marks and breath freely | |
| And I don't want yo pussy, bitch just give me the lips | |
| And you can sell that shit to him bitch, just give me the chips | |
| And we gon' keep doin it big | |
| Don't try us unless you doin it big | |
| Can't blame me for all the dirt niggas did | |
| We didn't really wanna go there and hurt nigga's kids | |
| But shit, I'm like "**** you" and got in ya hoopty and slid, bitch | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| I C-walk and Skip | |
| Smoke, dip, and set trip | |
| Bitch let me put somethin on them we lips | |
| [Jayo Felony] | |
| Don't grow up to be a snitch and trade to somebody that'd fade ya | |
| Get away wit it now, bound to catch up wit ya later | |
| Y'all gon' swang to this, I bring it how they love it | |
| Ya can't away from it, these bustas is scared of it | |
| I'm known for servin niggas, they rated it thunder dog | |
| I'm on ya like CJ Mac; they labeled us underdogs | |
| Chuck Taylors, croaker sacks, Romeos, wallacies | |
| If you ain't down with the camp, bitch you can swallow these | |
| It's nothin I bring the pain | |
| Like method migraines | |
| A threat to the top of the food chain, I'm Wu mang | |
| Get ya shit right, or get folded and crumbled up | |
| Now I got the ball, nigga who dropped and fumbled what? | |
| Its one shot kill 'em loc, I never did feel 'em | |
| Drill 'em all with holes; kill 'em with all of those | |
| I wasn't even gon' blast 'em till the mutha****a froze | |
| Now I'm laughin at the party, bitch you know how it goes, I said | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| I C-walk and Skip | |
| Smoke, dip, and set trip | |
| Bitch let me put somethin on them we lips | |
| Yeah! | |
| One Shot to ya dome like that, it don't stop | |
| Jayo Felony, put it down for life | |
| Stop bitin my shit, Crip Hop bitch | |
| Stop runnin nigga | |
| Yeah! |
| zuo ci : Richardson, Savage | |
| One shot to yo in dome pow! | |
| Yeah, y' all niggas don' t wanna do nuttin with this here | |
| Bitch ass niggas One Shot | |
| I puts it down | |
| Rich roll, yeah | |
| I hit em up it ain' t no stopping this, SD see me how? | |
| Bastards released the homies, cuz we getting deeper now | |
| They call me the " Creepa Sleepa Homie" when I' m blastin | |
| My mission is to hurt these fools mashin assassin | |
| I' m cold hearted with this shit, nbsp?? my alias | |
| a DJ suckadick, they all scared to play shit | |
| And need me to set trip, but peep how I mash | |
| Ride on my foes while DJ Clue gets ed in the ass | |
| He said, " KY!" ya like it dry as ya mixed tapes | |
| All y' all shit fake, you never retaliate | |
| Unlike KRS, I break niggas down to they very last compound | |
| I stomp now I keep looking around loc, but ain' t no comp now | |
| I guess it' s just for tom ron blowin your mind | |
| And keep trying to run from me but you know I' m in ya mind | |
| But you that little bitch nigga that I' m goin to find | |
| And we I do it these hoes got to see fou' at a time, yeah | |
| Hook x2 | |
| I Cwalk and Skip | |
| Smoke, dip, and set trip | |
| Bitch let me put somethin on them we lips | |
| Jayo Felony | |
| Y' all rappers test me when? Cuz, test me then | |
| Bust one and rich roll, stroll like a pedestrian | |
| See me, think I' m bullshittin? | |
| But you know I' m hardly kiddin | |
| And Dulo we keep Crippin | |
| Chronic and let ya sippin | |
| Don' t talk, move in silence and watch the in phone | |
| I wish one of you bitches would try to come up to my in home | |
| These boys is serious over turf and they rag | |
| We should do five for two, and both your airbags | |
| No more breathing cowards, ya leaving, ya seeing, believe me | |
| It' s easy, get rid of these marks and breath freely | |
| And I don' t want yo pussy, bitch just give me the lips | |
| And you can sell that shit to him bitch, just give me the chips | |
| And we gon' keep doin it big | |
| Don' t try us unless you doin it big | |
| Can' t blame me for all the dirt niggas did | |
| We didn' t really wanna go there and hurt nigga' s kids | |
| But shit, I' m like " you" and got in ya hoopty and slid, bitch | |
| Hook x2 | |
| I Cwalk and Skip | |
| Smoke, dip, and set trip | |
| Bitch let me put somethin on them we lips | |
| Jayo Felony | |
| Don' t grow up to be a snitch and trade to somebody that' d fade ya | |
| Get away wit it now, bound to catch up wit ya later | |
| Y' all gon' swang to this, I bring it how they love it | |
| Ya can' t away from it, these bustas is scared of it | |
| I' m known for servin niggas, they rated it thunder dog | |
| I' m on ya like CJ Mac they labeled us underdogs | |
| Chuck Taylors, croaker sacks, Romeos, wallacies | |
| If you ain' t down with the camp, bitch you can swallow these | |
| It' s nothin I bring the pain | |
| Like method migraines | |
| A threat to the top of the food chain, I' m Wu mang | |
| Get ya shit right, or get folded and crumbled up | |
| Now I got the ball, nigga who dropped and fumbled what? | |
| Its one shot kill ' em loc, I never did feel ' em | |
| Drill ' em all with holes kill ' em with all of those | |
| I wasn' t even gon' blast ' em till the mutha a froze | |
| Now I' m laughin at the party, bitch you know how it goes, I said | |
| Hook x2 | |
| I Cwalk and Skip | |
| Smoke, dip, and set trip | |
| Bitch let me put somethin on them we lips | |
| Yeah! | |
| One Shot to ya dome like that, it don' t stop | |
| Jayo Felony, put it down for life | |
| Stop bitin my shit, Crip Hop bitch | |
| Stop runnin nigga | |
| Yeah! |
| zuò cí : Richardson, Savage | |
| One shot to yo in dome pow! | |
| Yeah, y' all niggas don' t wanna do nuttin with this here | |
| Bitch ass niggas One Shot | |
| I puts it down | |
| Rich roll, yeah | |
| I hit em up it ain' t no stopping this, SD see me how? | |
| Bastards released the homies, cuz we getting deeper now | |
| They call me the " Creepa Sleepa Homie" when I' m blastin | |
| My mission is to hurt these fools mashin assassin | |
| I' m cold hearted with this shit, nbsp?? my alias | |
| a DJ suckadick, they all scared to play shit | |
| And need me to set trip, but peep how I mash | |
| Ride on my foes while DJ Clue gets ed in the ass | |
| He said, " KY!" ya like it dry as ya mixed tapes | |
| All y' all shit fake, you never retaliate | |
| Unlike KRS, I break niggas down to they very last compound | |
| I stomp now I keep looking around loc, but ain' t no comp now | |
| I guess it' s just for tom ron blowin your mind | |
| And keep trying to run from me but you know I' m in ya mind | |
| But you that little bitch nigga that I' m goin to find | |
| And we I do it these hoes got to see fou' at a time, yeah | |
| Hook x2 | |
| I Cwalk and Skip | |
| Smoke, dip, and set trip | |
| Bitch let me put somethin on them we lips | |
| Jayo Felony | |
| Y' all rappers test me when? Cuz, test me then | |
| Bust one and rich roll, stroll like a pedestrian | |
| See me, think I' m bullshittin? | |
| But you know I' m hardly kiddin | |
| And Dulo we keep Crippin | |
| Chronic and let ya sippin | |
| Don' t talk, move in silence and watch the in phone | |
| I wish one of you bitches would try to come up to my in home | |
| These boys is serious over turf and they rag | |
| We should do five for two, and both your airbags | |
| No more breathing cowards, ya leaving, ya seeing, believe me | |
| It' s easy, get rid of these marks and breath freely | |
| And I don' t want yo pussy, bitch just give me the lips | |
| And you can sell that shit to him bitch, just give me the chips | |
| And we gon' keep doin it big | |
| Don' t try us unless you doin it big | |
| Can' t blame me for all the dirt niggas did | |
| We didn' t really wanna go there and hurt nigga' s kids | |
| But shit, I' m like " you" and got in ya hoopty and slid, bitch | |
| Hook x2 | |
| I Cwalk and Skip | |
| Smoke, dip, and set trip | |
| Bitch let me put somethin on them we lips | |
| Jayo Felony | |
| Don' t grow up to be a snitch and trade to somebody that' d fade ya | |
| Get away wit it now, bound to catch up wit ya later | |
| Y' all gon' swang to this, I bring it how they love it | |
| Ya can' t away from it, these bustas is scared of it | |
| I' m known for servin niggas, they rated it thunder dog | |
| I' m on ya like CJ Mac they labeled us underdogs | |
| Chuck Taylors, croaker sacks, Romeos, wallacies | |
| If you ain' t down with the camp, bitch you can swallow these | |
| It' s nothin I bring the pain | |
| Like method migraines | |
| A threat to the top of the food chain, I' m Wu mang | |
| Get ya shit right, or get folded and crumbled up | |
| Now I got the ball, nigga who dropped and fumbled what? | |
| Its one shot kill ' em loc, I never did feel ' em | |
| Drill ' em all with holes kill ' em with all of those | |
| I wasn' t even gon' blast ' em till the mutha a froze | |
| Now I' m laughin at the party, bitch you know how it goes, I said | |
| Hook x2 | |
| I Cwalk and Skip | |
| Smoke, dip, and set trip | |
| Bitch let me put somethin on them we lips | |
| Yeah! | |
| One Shot to ya dome like that, it don' t stop | |
| Jayo Felony, put it down for life | |
| Stop bitin my shit, Crip Hop bitch | |
| Stop runnin nigga | |
| Yeah! |
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