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(feat. Louisville Sluggah) |
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(Intro:) |
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Sippin my henny |
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Don't start none, won't be none (x2) |
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Wan't some, get some |
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Like, Buckshot, Hennyville |
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(Louisville Sluggah) |
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Guess who? punk chunk, ya brain just blew |
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It is he, gun two, L.O.U. |
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You want some? Shit, come and get it |
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Bout this Bob Mar' split bitch, nah you can't hit this |
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Moked like Jeff Bridges while we takin pictures |
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Smilin at these bitches, not thinkin bout our digits |
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You want some, come come, I got some |
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Fifth of Henny and some friends, we can all get dumb |
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Everybody had a cup and in a pot put nut |
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Half to gettin mines, I told her regulate that son |
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Spillin some, for my fam that past |
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I miss my nana always, but I'mma still get ass |
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Get more cash, jump off and whip some ass |
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Ville clickin, and off and think my niggas a blad |
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It's like that, mad cuz my fam don't brag |
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Fuck a finer dime and shine it to a Hefty bag |
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(Buckshot) |
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Fire one, Buckshot, comin with a gun |
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Fire two, Buckshot, blast that too |
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Actin like you solid witcha plastic prue |
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Schemin on my nigga L.U., who the hell are you |
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What? you think I'mma talk and flap |
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Fuck the chit-chat, man I should've of been put this in your back |
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You ain't have to act like that |
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But you did, now I'm bout to aim for ya wig |
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Word up my nigga, see whatever they want, they get |
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Want me to flip? I flip |
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The rhymes I whip, hence back to Brooklyn in a flash |
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Thinkin about the weed and the stash, in the ash tray |
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Man I got ass on the way |
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Shit I got a call from Renee today |
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She got that bombay, I'm bout to put her on the block |
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where the drugs and the thugs stay |
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Pick up my money and send her on the way |
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You know what it's like |
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I fuck around and smack the chicken in the breast |
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Chill, you can get wet by the Hennyville spill |
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Buckshot I still kill |
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(Chorus x2: Buckshot) |
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You want some, you get some |
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I'ma bout to fuck around and bleed somethin |
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Don't start none, won't be none |
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But since you started, I'mma bout to rip apart shit |
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(Buckshot) |
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Aiyo, what ya niggas wanna do with us |
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Bucktown we bust, murder is a must |
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Everytime I think about commercial rap niggas |
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Leave the hood and scared to come back, niggas |
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I subtract them niggas, they aint a part of us |
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He ain't a part of my click, don't even start him up |
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He rock a 10 Karat, we rock 24 all day |
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Still smoke in a hallway |
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And I make more in a day, then you make in a year |
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So why the fuck is you in my ear |
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You still think it's sweat now? |
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Fuck the beef now |
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Yo Louieville take it to the street now |
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(Louisville Sluggah) |
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It's BDB and Hennyville ya |
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On fire like cheeba, get ya girl scream "Mamma mia" |
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Aiyo I'm out of Henny's World with the go cart girls |
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My niggas barkin, while some turn over and nerve |
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Too many drinks son, it's affectin what you thinkin |
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Stop dummin, don't forget we Black Trumpin' |
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Yo I jump inside my Buggy |
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Aiyo shorty wanna wish me luck, I ask |
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If I win or lose, will you still give it up? |
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She giggled and pilled off, we had to laugh |
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Buck sever before we dash, it's in the bag |
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There it go, the checkered flag |
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I'm neck and neck with shorty for a second |
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I wouldn't believe she do me dirty |
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She tried to ram my tire, caught the divider |
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Flipped the entire car and caught fire |
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I kinda felt sorry, nigga, not hardly |
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Sittin in the window, startin smokin Bob Marley |
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(Chorus x4) |