Sex Therapy 103 (Skit)

歌詞

(Verse one) F**k it Yo Who the best mc on the west? by far its me And in my car is a continental tea And my broad in that continental suite With the armadell rollin up dutches like that motherf**kers Beef with the kid click-clack motherf**kers Let them bullets burn your six pack motherf**kers Get jacked motherf**ker when you come to compton Get a mack motherf**ker when you come to compton I walk through times square holdin my johnson A cross style make a jada make a run threw yonkers I got d-blocks like the locks And these glocks like to pop And n**** i like your watch So roll over you can die with the jury First n**** take the stand to testify he gunna die with the jury And i might kidnap the judge or send a team to lean on you so the D.A budge I got n****** that'll ride for a grand so handover my rock Or like earl manson you can die where you stand or you can die with your man I'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down (chorus 2x) You know this gl shit we got g's on the line or g's on the squad all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up 'cause we aint hard to find Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us (verse two) Ima take it to the next Take it to a motherf**kin neck Pull up on a n***** holdin triggers n tecks We droppin square beads You easy to read This is the end of the road for whole ass mc's Smoke grass by the pound Glock holds 17 rounds And the flow'll knock any n**** down Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people Tell them that i shitted on you n***** Like i was a flock a seagulls Infared beam like a traffic jam at night Handle any man in sight With his hands upon a mic Wanna light i got the torch Im the best california a north For any n***** puttin flamed on a porche And never drive on Bitch your gunna die on San quinn for and five catch a live one Bust shots at the clouds So we can shine some Get up off ur ass And n**** and grind some (chorus) Flash f**kers on the tip of the gat You can put on flat but ill kill that Ill open u up like a mat Even if u heard'at i squirted and murdered a man And these new school n***** talk like we heard of them plans Two two millimeters got up up in your man Gettin off on you n***** and your mini-mans Only thing runnin is blood n***** so gimme a grand So we will bust your head n**** straight through your hand Or get off in yo ass n**** like jackie chan And when its all said and done it's a one will stand Gunnin this motorbike feelin this power man 185 miles per hour man I stay cooralatin with the taliban I show up (show up, show up, show up, show up) N***** talk about money they forgot the struggle Try to paint a perfect picture they forgot the hustle Pieces of a puzzle Guzzlin pints watchin the moonlight In the sun light More gun fights Penetentary fly three kites Ive seen more pussys turn to mics than mices turn to man So n***** take the stand get stomped by another mans hand Got me naughious in my abdomin Got me servin grams again Grams rapped in rubber bands 22's on them rubbers man Slow rollin dro blowin im gettin rich you see my fro growin ho's knowin i pimp them to the fullest Respect a gangsta you can shoot but i eat to the bullets I shit missles Eyeballs look like crystals My shits official Its your man motion man and merifrista Yo yo yo yo Its luke and everything i sit on fat N***** be like oh shit how a n**** shit on that? Y'all see a n**** grit on tracks F**k with the red beam Get a n**** hit on that F**k with the real thing not the 760 The reason that they took the fair team to get me You dont want it with my dogs You got teeni guys I mean itsy bitsy little tiny weeni guys I done seen them guys Bought as big as my gats And aint even got enough strength to pull on that You want real hard core shit i be on that Cop the xlt u put threes on that Put cheese on hats When luchi goes n squeeze on gats And leave these on flats G's messin low they got g's on that And have your momma outside screamin please dont clap (chorus)