| Lyrics: | Verse 1 *(Nik Nack)*
Nik Nack is in the house for the four,
my niggaz locked up, left a
kilo.... it's good as sold,
stole,
gumbo pot creamery,
rise to the top,
my limo even
slide through on the late night for that high,
I wanna zoom-zoom, bumpin Luni-Tunes,
candy
paint K-5
bitches I stay high,
playa hate,
callin me a balla, shot calla,
cuz I'm
slangin all the major weight,
blam!!
close the door to my residence,
po-po start
searchin low, but found no evidence,
they tryin to wash me an our county like Downy,
quick
to pick a nigga Nack up like Downty,
don't clown me,
bitch!!
dike hoes wanna lick my
clit,
but end up gettin stuck in the gut, wit a dick,
down fo my shit,
tricks wanna get
em up wit me,
because they heard their baby-daddy fucked wit me,
but I'm out on you
hoes,
wit the 10 g belt,
the only thing I'm concentratin on is checkin my mail,
what the
hell??!! what the fuck??!!
do you mean,
your boyfriend is a dope fiend, an he smoked up all
my ice cream,
oops upside yo head fo gettin licked like a lolli-pop,
let yo nigga cut,
where's my shit, now you get lolli-hopped,
by everybody on the turf,
oh yeah about that
skrilla.... hell yeah that welfare check is mines on
the first.
*(chorus)*
x2
It's so much drama in the streets,
an I can't tell you why the funk be deep!
Do
you really know where ya going to,
an do you like the things that life is showin
you??
Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*
Fuck around an trust yo underfolks,
like dope
fiends, you leave yo cream wit,
post, you come back an yo whole bundle gone,
or this, niggaz
add dirt to the list,
getaway clean,
but one wanna keep everything,- |
