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"Killin' It"
Kalibur, Tech n9ne, Kostik
2007
(Verse One - Kalibur)
Take a walk with the firewalker//
see the sky get darker, better hide your partner//
it's no lie, I'm a guy that desires vodka//
live and die by the firewater//
can't crash on the path of an anathema//
took a bath in the plasma of dracula//
rip your whole shit in half like u africa//
the aftermath of the wrath is a massacre//
dispersin perversions on persons who cursin aspersions//
I'm tight like a virgin//
the mic is my knife, I'm a surgeon//
provide a diversion - an unedited version//
I gotta speak about a personal problem//
I personally hate what commercial be offerin'//
anybody snappin' and leanin' and rockin'//
I snap, and lean over and pop um//
cop it and rock it and chop it//
I'm off in my whip hot boxin' my profit//
when I really wish that I could just stop it//
taking a fifth to a swollen esophogus//
my skin is my 'scar'cophagus//
I been in since i dropped to metropolis//
on one end I'm the end of men//
but then again, I'm one of them - part of the populous//
I don't care if you like it, the value's intrinsical//
comin' straight for your ventricle//
you're gunna need mental and dental attention,
you mess with the general//
cuz I'm ill, no subliminals//
anybody coulda been a body, man,
the millimeter coulda been a shotty//
catchin wreck with Tech//
on direct effect with an erect defect//
neck and neck with Beck and you can check the check//
(Hook)
We killin it//
all hail to my homies cuz we real in it//
we killin it//
ain't givin a fuck if fakes ain't feelin it//
we killin it//
we used to be broke but now theres scrill in it//
we killin it//
Dago and Misery got that illest shit//
we killin it//
(Verse 2 - Tech n9ne)
Tech n9ne, I'm a E-tard//
I'm on tour with a get-drug-free card//
7 bianca's, I got um in the room//
one of um yours, you trip, get in trouble with the b-gaurd//
I keep Nicholas//
he eat niggaz like licorice//
quick to hit a bitch, he did it for the frick of it//
nigga u sick of it, get rid of it, commit the bitter shit//
and it'll get wicked, I lick your chick and eat your ligaments//
fully automatical, stick it and get radical//
never collatoral, I keep a knot//
cuz of my grammatical, hella combatible, compatible with a
breezy when I'm pushin up in the cock//
when will it stop//
neva will it, nina gotta kill it when i pop//
killa killa, live sick and die nasty//
ghastly niggaz put u in the crops//
I don't know when I'll go//
I don't know when my fans are sick of the MO flow//
so I bust for the time bein', I crush the rhyme//
me and the beat is like a pimp and a hoe//
cuz I tell that bitch what to do//
whether to heat it up, speed it up, or screw//
hooker what u givin me, I'm into palligamy like a kennedy
and many be fuckin off wit the crew//
nigga, I'm back with my family, Kalibur, Kostik//
holding emcees like Gahllager hostage//
stop it, throw them niggaz in my moshpit//
watch a technician and juggalo squash it//
if u enter my center, get mangled//
cuz my mental is totally tangled//
all my niggaz is real in it, killin it//
for the love of little baby Anghelle//
(Hook)
We killin it//
all hail to my homies cuz we real in it//
we killin it//
ain't givin a fuck if fakes ain't feelin it//
we killin it//
we used to be broke but now theres scrill in it//
we killin it//
Dago and Misery got that illest shit//
we killin it//
(Verse Three - Kostik)
Raise up, K-Kos stay blazed up//
on his way up//
muthafuckas betta pay up//
leave that ass layed up//
get away, cuz we always tryna fade somethin//
ain't nothin//
cuz u cats ain't sayin nothin//
and they hide it by the way they stuntin//
stay frontin, say somethin//
dunk um in the ocean, Kos the waves comin//
head huntin//
meanwhile, kickin back in dago with strange//
sippin caribou lou//
and to me, family means that whenever theres beef//
I inheirit it to, embarrassin crews//
how the fuck can you sit there and smile//
and tell me that this shit aint fire//
and not to expect me to spit in your face and make you a liar//
cant even look in my eyes//
run up on us anytime, must be out your damn mind//
better get it right//
bout to get it hype//
roll up with the one and only and the n9ne//
now you dyin, whats that like//
seems like a small price to pay, heat it up like a microwave//
time for days, I kill it till there aint no life to save//
now I'm doin it for hill and dayton, O.I, we made it//
promise to bring it every minute that I'm in it//
till I'm feelin that I did it and it's killed//
if it it wasn't for the lyrics, ain't nobody tryna hear it//
in the mirror only image that appears is myself//
never change for sales, I been rockin the bells//
put a cock in it, knockin it out//
drop in the towel//
ain't no crossin us now, better hop in the car and be out//
cuz it's mine now//
and you know you bout to find out, why don't you just die down//
livin sick until i sign out//
ride out, blow your mind out//
pull the blinds down, this is my house, get out//
comin straight over the ledge with a sledge to your head//
out the shed cuz it's just too sharp//
we be rippin it apart from the start//
and ain't givin a fuck, way more than often, KOS//
(Hook)
We killin it//
all hail to my homies cuz we real in it//
we killin it//
ain't givin a fuck if fakes ain't feelin it//
we killin it//
we used to be broke but now theres scrill in it//
we killin it//
Dago and Misery got that illest shit//
we killin it//
"Killin' It"
Kalibur, Tech n9ne, Kostik
2007
(Verse One - Kalibur)
Take a walk with the firewalker//
see the sky get darker, better hide your partner//
it's no lie, I'm a guy that desires vodka//
live and die by the firewater//
can't crash on the path of an anathema//
took a bath in the plasma of dracula//
rip your whole shit in half like u africa//
the aftermath of the wrath is a massacre//
dispersin perversions on persons who cursin aspersions//
I'm tight like a virgin//
the mic is my knife, I'm a surgeon//
provide a diversion - an unedited version//
I gotta speak about a personal problem//
I personally hate what commercial be offerin'//
anybody snappin' and leanin' and rockin'//
I snap, and lean over and pop um//
cop it and rock it and chop it//
I'm off in my whip hot boxin' my profit//
when I really wish that I could just stop it//
taking a fifth to a swollen esophogus//
my skin is my 'scar'cophagus//
I been in since i dropped to metropolis//
on one end I'm the end of men//
but then again, I'm one of them - part of the populous//
I don't care if you like it, the value's intrinsical//
comin' straight for your ventricle//
you're gunna need mental and dental attention,
you mess with the general//
cuz I'm ill, no subliminals//
anybody coulda been a body, man,
the millimeter coulda been a shotty//
catchin wreck with Tech//
on direct effect with an erect defect//
neck and neck with Beck and you can check the check//
(Hook)
We killin it//
all hail to my homies cuz we real in it//
we killin it//
ain't givin a fuck if fakes ain't feelin it//
we killin it//
we used to be broke but now theres scrill in it//
we killin it//
Dago and Misery got that illest shit//
we killin it//
(Verse 2 - Tech n9ne)
Tech n9ne, I'm a E-tard//
I'm on tour with a get-drug-free card//
7 bianca's, I got um in the room//
one of um yours, you trip, get in trouble with the b-gaurd//
I keep Nicholas//
he eat niggaz like licorice//
quick to hit a bitch, he did it for the frick of it//
nigga u sick of it, get rid of it, commit the bitter shit//
and it'll get wicked, I lick your chick and eat your ligaments//
fully automatical, stick it and get radical//
never collatoral, I keep a knot//
cuz of my grammatical, hella combatible, compatible with a
breezy when I'm pushin up in the cock//
when will it stop//
neva will it, nina gotta kill it when i pop//
killa killa, live sick and die nasty//
ghastly niggaz put u in the crops//
I don't know when I'll go//
I don't know when my fans are sick of the MO flow//
so I bust for the time bein', I crush the rhyme//
me and the beat is like a pimp and a hoe//
cuz I tell that bitch what to do//
whether to heat it up, speed it up, or screw//
hooker what u givin me, I'm into palligamy like a kennedy
and many be fuckin off wit the crew//
nigga, I'm back with my family, Kalibur, Kostik//
holding emcees like Gahllager hostage//
stop it, throw them niggaz in my moshpit//
watch a technician and juggalo squash it//
if u enter my center, get mangled//
cuz my mental is totally tangled//
all my niggaz is real in it, killin it//
for the love of little baby Anghelle//
(Hook)
We killin it//
all hail to my homies cuz we real in it//
we killin it//
ain't givin a fuck if fakes ain't feelin it//
we killin it//
we used to be broke but now theres scrill in it//
we killin it//
Dago and Misery got that illest shit//
we killin it//
(Verse Three - Kostik)
Raise up, K-Kos stay blazed up//
on his way up//
muthafuckas betta pay up//
leave that ass layed up//
get away, cuz we always tryna fade somethin//
ain't nothin//
cuz u cats ain't sayin nothin//
and they hide it by the way they stuntin//
stay frontin, say somethin//
dunk um in the ocean, Kos the waves comin//
head huntin//
meanwhile, kickin back in dago with strange//
sippin caribou lou//
and to me, family means that whenever theres beef//
I inheirit it to, embarrassin crews//
how the fuck can you sit there and smile//
and tell me that this shit aint fire//
and not to expect me to spit in your face and make you a liar//
cant even look in my eyes//
run up on us anytime, must be out your damn mind//
better get it right//
bout to get it hype//
roll up with the one and only and the n9ne//
now you dyin, whats that like//
seems like a small price to pay, heat it up like a microwave//
time for days, I kill it till there aint no life to save//
now I'm doin it for hill and dayton, O.I, we made it//
promise to bring it every minute that I'm in it//
till I'm feelin that I did it and it's killed//
if it it wasn't for the lyrics, ain't nobody tryna hear it//
in the mirror only image that appears is myself//
never change for sales, I been rockin the bells//
put a cock in it, knockin it out//
drop in the towel//
ain't no crossin us now, better hop in the car and be out//
cuz it's mine now//
and you know you bout to find out, why don't you just die down//
livin sick until i sign out//
ride out, blow your mind out//
pull the blinds down, this is my house, get out//
comin straight over the ledge with a sledge to your head//
out the shed cuz it's just too sharp//
we be rippin it apart from the start//
and ain't givin a fuck, way more than often, KOS//
(Hook)
We killin it//
all hail to my homies cuz we real in it//
we killin it//
ain't givin a fuck if fakes ain't feelin it//
we killin it//
we used to be broke but now theres scrill in it//
we killin it//
Dago and Misery got that illest shit//
we killin it//
MOVE ON
Kutt Calhoun (ft. Tech N9ne)
Flamez Mixtape
(Kutt)
When your alone in my room, I knowin ya go through my phone
And i can tell that you're lying cuz certain numbers is gone,
But im about to make it right for all the fellas thats pissed.
If you dont want it to get wreckless,
Move onto the next bitch!
(to be continued)
Kutt Calhoun (ft. Tech N9ne)
Flamez Mixtape
(Kutt)
When your alone in my room, I knowin ya go through my phone
And i can tell that you're lying cuz certain numbers is gone,
But im about to make it right for all the fellas thats pissed.
If you dont want it to get wreckless,
Move onto the next bitch!
(to be continued)
kaliko's verse in sex out south
I'm talkin bout chick set center
Where I'm from
St. Teresa's bishop hoe get up in her
Hit me neos rustin n the ones I be tusslin with
Now I'ma get mine & I'm hopin you get get yours before I WOOO!
Cuz cale be mackin them hoes fast
An if ya lucky ya be getcha a peice of evil ass WOOO!
With the red bombs
Cuz them the ones I love out south get my head gone
& they never wanna let me pull it out with the min on
So I'm pullin the rubber out
When I need it I'm takin the southern route
& it was late at night-clutch your lady tight
Or me & my niggas-out south!
Get it-with no dought
Sit it-your mouth
If ya with it then baby let me hit it-down south!
Still I got too many bitches-that I posed to me
& the ladys really lookin like they - hoes to me
Like a lova
I got to get some more of her
Oochee koochie the way you do me
You really give it to me when we be-under the cover
Felicia-O-I'm glad to meet ya
But when you kiss this bitch they go balistic
They troublein for some head-get to rockin the bed
Heard a southside screamin-SOUTHSIDE!
I'm talkin bout chick set center
Where I'm from
St. Teresa's bishop hoe get up in her
Hit me neos rustin n the ones I be tusslin with
Now I'ma get mine & I'm hopin you get get yours before I WOOO!
Cuz cale be mackin them hoes fast
An if ya lucky ya be getcha a peice of evil ass WOOO!
With the red bombs
Cuz them the ones I love out south get my head gone
& they never wanna let me pull it out with the min on
So I'm pullin the rubber out
When I need it I'm takin the southern route
& it was late at night-clutch your lady tight
Or me & my niggas-out south!
Get it-with no dought
Sit it-your mouth
If ya with it then baby let me hit it-down south!
Still I got too many bitches-that I posed to me
& the ladys really lookin like they - hoes to me
Like a lova
I got to get some more of her
Oochee koochie the way you do me
You really give it to me when we be-under the cover
Felicia-O-I'm glad to meet ya
But when you kiss this bitch they go balistic
They troublein for some head-get to rockin the bed
Heard a southside screamin-SOUTHSIDE!
did this all myself. dont know how accurate it is
fan or foe
back up wait a minute
y u lookin at me like that
do u really wanna trip or u flippin the script
do u wanna rap with a nigga are u bangin some whoop in the whip
i dont ever wanna come to us bussin off shots
nigga misery cant produce enough cops
and i dont if u wildin or what
all u wanna do is freestyle in the cut
fan or foe (foe)
i dont really know (know)
off at the show (show)
niggas they know (know)
what i look like was a good night now its lookin like a mutha fucka wanna jack all me doe (doe)
come to me and kids when we chillin
better think twice im a five six villian
all u wanna talk about he did it when i did it but all i thought about u gonna get a bullet in a minute
u should be careful how u talk up on us
got a bonus for all the opponents if they want it
i know they wait for tecca nina moments
before when they be pop up it hit u dont it
u dont know if they be trippin or not
probly cuz all of us live on the block
when u rappin niggas know what u got
show us when up on the top
show some respect when u approach me
dont be muggin me
might have that drug in me
pluggin a nigga from nearly shruggin me
aint nothin wrong with people peepin
geekin with a man or hoe
with a gramma so bamma stamma
i dont if u fan or foe!
chorus-
if u trippin we can go
peepin like he seekin doe
wanna throw him on da po
i dont know if ya fan or foe
i dont know if ya fan or foe
easy how u speakin bro
i dont know if ya fan or foe
chorus-
now be easy how u speakin bro
t-nutty the young floheakin tho
dont be chokin
show yo ass and youll be walkin off wit it broken
run up on mutha fuckas in the open
makin shut up they with that hoe shit
cut the shananicans
nigga u fakers are manakins
thinkin u slicker than lotion?
back up wait a minute y u lookin at me like that
im just a nigga wit a little bit of fame
but if u get to trippin u can get it out my gang
never catch me slippin u can get it out ya brain
mayne fan or foe sucka nigga tryna get his hands on my doe
but if u really wanna be the one to try to get on it u can be the opponent chokin with hands in your throat
man im a locc
one to pack round from sactown
betta watch out for the blow blow
blackout blackout blackout blackout brrrrrrraaaaaahhhhhhh
stay with my killas that be knockin noodles
wakin the game up like a cock-a-doodle
think u gon catch me slippin at show
nutt factors lookin like they shock a ?zooloo?
i see through u
with all the fake shit
u feel one hatred
hopin and wishin u was my replacement
comin so vicious u gon have to face it
and try to taste it
cuz i laced it like a tennis shoe when i ben a foo
like c-bo lynch and x-raided but this is a different interview
(back us up nigga)
chorus
dippin the b for that idea
for never go home again
niggas lookin at me like im a chicken dinner
lookin back at niggas like im ?shante henderson?
u a foe (foe)
so i gotta carry the fo (four)
do they recognize me i dont really know though
cuz they walkin up past and givin me doubt
and when they pass they ask me when ya new shit come out (me and my dawgs)
at the picture house
they be huddled up got me thinkin pick one out
lookin at the nigga bigga than me
for the trigga to see
if ya tough enough make it what ya tryin to be
but he a fan tho
dont know how to approach up voulta
get to close and ill post ya
(im 'possed to know the difference of fan or foe when ya muggin tho
cant even live in peace
and when i eat with my peeps in the place
u all in my face with ya mixtapes
and if i aint tryin to listen to it we get into it
and if im off the fluid then its time to do it)
cuz a nigga from out south out the mouth
ya girl be lovin me givin me mouth to mouth
and it aint fair that the music got her doin what u want when u aint there
and u to softly softy
when u see me up u betta get up off me
(if ya girl actin a hoe we tell her fan or foe)
chorus
fan or foe
back up wait a minute
y u lookin at me like that
do u really wanna trip or u flippin the script
do u wanna rap with a nigga are u bangin some whoop in the whip
i dont ever wanna come to us bussin off shots
nigga misery cant produce enough cops
and i dont if u wildin or what
all u wanna do is freestyle in the cut
fan or foe (foe)
i dont really know (know)
off at the show (show)
niggas they know (know)
what i look like was a good night now its lookin like a mutha fucka wanna jack all me doe (doe)
come to me and kids when we chillin
better think twice im a five six villian
all u wanna talk about he did it when i did it but all i thought about u gonna get a bullet in a minute
u should be careful how u talk up on us
got a bonus for all the opponents if they want it
i know they wait for tecca nina moments
before when they be pop up it hit u dont it
u dont know if they be trippin or not
probly cuz all of us live on the block
when u rappin niggas know what u got
show us when up on the top
show some respect when u approach me
dont be muggin me
might have that drug in me
pluggin a nigga from nearly shruggin me
aint nothin wrong with people peepin
geekin with a man or hoe
with a gramma so bamma stamma
i dont if u fan or foe!
chorus-
if u trippin we can go
peepin like he seekin doe
wanna throw him on da po
i dont know if ya fan or foe
i dont know if ya fan or foe
easy how u speakin bro
i dont know if ya fan or foe
chorus-
now be easy how u speakin bro
t-nutty the young floheakin tho
dont be chokin
show yo ass and youll be walkin off wit it broken
run up on mutha fuckas in the open
makin shut up they with that hoe shit
cut the shananicans
nigga u fakers are manakins
thinkin u slicker than lotion?
back up wait a minute y u lookin at me like that
im just a nigga wit a little bit of fame
but if u get to trippin u can get it out my gang
never catch me slippin u can get it out ya brain
mayne fan or foe sucka nigga tryna get his hands on my doe
but if u really wanna be the one to try to get on it u can be the opponent chokin with hands in your throat
man im a locc
one to pack round from sactown
betta watch out for the blow blow
blackout blackout blackout blackout brrrrrrraaaaaahhhhhhh
stay with my killas that be knockin noodles
wakin the game up like a cock-a-doodle
think u gon catch me slippin at show
nutt factors lookin like they shock a ?zooloo?
i see through u
with all the fake shit
u feel one hatred
hopin and wishin u was my replacement
comin so vicious u gon have to face it
and try to taste it
cuz i laced it like a tennis shoe when i ben a foo
like c-bo lynch and x-raided but this is a different interview
(back us up nigga)
chorus
dippin the b for that idea
for never go home again
niggas lookin at me like im a chicken dinner
lookin back at niggas like im ?shante henderson?
u a foe (foe)
so i gotta carry the fo (four)
do they recognize me i dont really know though
cuz they walkin up past and givin me doubt
and when they pass they ask me when ya new shit come out (me and my dawgs)
at the picture house
they be huddled up got me thinkin pick one out
lookin at the nigga bigga than me
for the trigga to see
if ya tough enough make it what ya tryin to be
but he a fan tho
dont know how to approach up voulta
get to close and ill post ya
(im 'possed to know the difference of fan or foe when ya muggin tho
cant even live in peace
and when i eat with my peeps in the place
u all in my face with ya mixtapes
and if i aint tryin to listen to it we get into it
and if im off the fluid then its time to do it)
cuz a nigga from out south out the mouth
ya girl be lovin me givin me mouth to mouth
and it aint fair that the music got her doin what u want when u aint there
and u to softly softy
when u see me up u betta get up off me
(if ya girl actin a hoe we tell her fan or foe)
chorus
what exactly is it that the swedish women are yelling in The Anthem (Sway & King Tech)? i dont think the swedish women would be yelling something that isnt swedish, such as
"tech n9ne svelte"
thats not swedish and not scandinavian as far as i know (im swedish)... it doesnt even sound as if he says that in the song, does anyone know cause this has been bugging me since i first heard it. though i like how he says "sug min kuk" in absolute power
please do come to sweden again tech n9ne!
"tech n9ne svelte"
thats not swedish and not scandinavian as far as i know (im swedish)... it doesnt even sound as if he says that in the song, does anyone know cause this has been bugging me since i first heard it. though i like how he says "sug min kuk" in absolute power
please do come to sweden again tech n9ne!Twiztid
Independents Day
Bury Them All (ft Tech N9ne, Big Krizz Kaliko & Potluck)
You motha fuckas want to set me up and kill me
Yallimean these mother fuckers seem to be about dreams
Having my cake and eatin' it
People seek weakness
Greet the beast and critiquein' it
Even family hand me calamity
Can I be sittin' with insanity
Tryin' ta damage me
Even niggas that work with me
Havin' fantasies of erasin' tha man in me
Look
You blood suckin' mud fuckin' punk’s chumps
Gay faggots maggots
Tryin' to get paid but really slippin' the weight
Dirty hairy ya call
Bloody murdin' yall
Surry and fall necessary ta brawl
With bitch ass niggas in our past we bury them all
Wait...wait...wait
Because people be lookin' for son in my head
To see why I keep a gun up on the side of the bed
Now I’m watchin' out watchin' house
Because I’m paranoid
That every noise, is means for me to kill
Grab my millimeter, still
I’m a walkin zombie
Obviously
Fellin' I’m goin' insane
Loosin' a little more than a little bit
My life thinkin' about killin' it
But reverse the gun
Curse the ones
Whose purpose is to hurt us
Now that you got nerve
It’s perfect
You move to get the first
Stay (stay)
Awake (awake)
Cause if you understand (survive)
The way for you to stay alive (alive)
Is keep far away from me
(Stay away from me
Nobody breaks from me)
Cause I surely take (your life)
You can’t hide from me (any where)
All of them I will bury
Bury them all
so far
Independents Day
Bury Them All (ft Tech N9ne, Big Krizz Kaliko & Potluck)
You motha fuckas want to set me up and kill me
Yallimean these mother fuckers seem to be about dreams
Having my cake and eatin' it
People seek weakness
Greet the beast and critiquein' it
Even family hand me calamity
Can I be sittin' with insanity
Tryin' ta damage me
Even niggas that work with me
Havin' fantasies of erasin' tha man in me
Look
You blood suckin' mud fuckin' punk’s chumps
Gay faggots maggots
Tryin' to get paid but really slippin' the weight
Dirty hairy ya call
Bloody murdin' yall
Surry and fall necessary ta brawl
With bitch ass niggas in our past we bury them all
Wait...wait...wait
Because people be lookin' for son in my head
To see why I keep a gun up on the side of the bed
Now I’m watchin' out watchin' house
Because I’m paranoid
That every noise, is means for me to kill
Grab my millimeter, still
I’m a walkin zombie
Obviously
Fellin' I’m goin' insane
Loosin' a little more than a little bit
My life thinkin' about killin' it
But reverse the gun
Curse the ones
Whose purpose is to hurt us
Now that you got nerve
It’s perfect
You move to get the first
Stay (stay)
Awake (awake)
Cause if you understand (survive)
The way for you to stay alive (alive)
Is keep far away from me
(Stay away from me
Nobody breaks from me)
Cause I surely take (your life)
You can’t hide from me (any where)
All of them I will bury
Bury them all
so far
I'm talkin bout chicks at sinners
Where I'm from
St. Teresa's bishop hoe get up in her
Hit me meals rustin n the ones I be tusslin with
Now I'ma get mine & I'm hopin you get get yours before Im broke!
Cause Kali be macin' them hoes fast
And if ya lucky ya be getcha a peice of evil ass WOOO!
With the red bombs
Cuz them the ones I love out south get my hick on
and they never wanna let me pull it out in the middle
So I'm pullin the rubber out
When I need it I'm takin the southern route
and it was late at night
clutch your lady tight
Or me & my niggas-out south!
Get it-with no doubt
Sit it-your mouth
If ya with it then baby let me hit it-down south!
Still I got too many bitches-that I posed to be
& the ladys really lookin like they - hoes to me
Like a lova
I got to get some more of her
Oochee koochie the way you do me
You really give it to me when we be-under the cover
Felicia-O-I'm glad to meet ya
But when you kiss this bitch they go balistic
They troublein for some head-get to rockin the bed
Heard a southside screamin-SOUTHSIDE!
Where I'm from
St. Teresa's bishop hoe get up in her
Hit me meals rustin n the ones I be tusslin with
Now I'ma get mine & I'm hopin you get get yours before Im broke!
Cause Kali be macin' them hoes fast
And if ya lucky ya be getcha a peice of evil ass WOOO!
With the red bombs
Cuz them the ones I love out south get my hick on
and they never wanna let me pull it out in the middle
So I'm pullin the rubber out
When I need it I'm takin the southern route
and it was late at night
clutch your lady tight
Or me & my niggas-out south!
Get it-with no doubt
Sit it-your mouth
If ya with it then baby let me hit it-down south!
Still I got too many bitches-that I posed to be
& the ladys really lookin like they - hoes to me
Like a lova
I got to get some more of her
Oochee koochie the way you do me
You really give it to me when we be-under the cover
Felicia-O-I'm glad to meet ya
But when you kiss this bitch they go balistic
They troublein for some head-get to rockin the bed
Heard a southside screamin-SOUTHSIDE!