[Hook: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos] 1- Urbody hit da flo'! my Calico's In the trunk, with the 44 (oh noooo!) 2- Ya boys tryin to come and get me Niggas tryin to pistol whip me And I aint got my fuckin pistol wit me! 1- Urbody hit da flo'! my Calico's In the trunk, with the 44 (oh noooo!) 2- Niggas try me like new pussy But always end up gettin fucked up Come and get ya some nigga (Gettin fucked up)
[Verse 1: Kemo] You know Kemo be down to ride, niggas straight as fuck These niggas from the other side, they hate my guts All up on my nuts, tryin to rate my cuts Smoke me down wit the AK, then escape wit bucks So I lace my Chuks, will I get away or what? Will I be able to let my fuckin pistol spray 'em up? Real niggas keep in touch, but I don't notice nigga Wish I could get my Calico or 40 for this nigga Which I'ma show these niggas, this aint no fuckin riddle I thought you knew about these niggas off in that fuckin middle I think I got enough, heart to make it to the strap They kickin in the front, while I'm breakin out the back Threw the coco sack, I usually tuck my gat These niggas caught me slippin muthafucka, but I'll be back Wit my pistol grip, shootin out missiles bitch Lay down in the shed nigga, cuz it's a hit
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kaos] Pants sagged, doo rag Tilted hat, to the back Black mask, strap in the lap Rollin through the fuckin tracks Who want beef, nigga we deep, off up in these fuckin streets Aint no peace, call yo peeps, they gon get they ass beat All we ride wit is killas, punkin head wig-splittas Heavy hittas, dump you in that Mississippi River niggas Northside: yak sippas, Southside: cap peelas Westside: crack dealers, Eastside: Jack Trippers Not the one wit Janet and Krissy, I'm talkin bout my gritty Slice off a titty wit no bitty, kin folk from the city It don't matter where you live, fuck you and yo relatives Call the cops, I can get you knocked by some lil' ghetto kids Ay, think about yo family, I don't give a fuck goddamny While you rest in peace, I'll be on the beach, in Miami Wit yo thick chick, shit I'll put her out on that strip And sell that pussy and my zips Don't make me empty out this clip bitch
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Copy to Clipboard: [Hook: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos] 1- Urbody hit da flo'! my Calico's In the trunk, with the 44 (oh noooo!) 2- Ya boys tryin to come and get me Niggas tryin to pistol whip me And I aint got my fuckin pistol wit me! 1- Urbody hit da flo'! my Calico's In the trunk, with the 44 (oh noooo!) 2- Niggas try me like new pussy But always end up gettin fucked up Come and get ya some nigga (Gettin fucked up)
[Verse 1: Kemo] You know Kemo be down to ride, niggas straight as fuck These niggas from the other side, they hate my guts All up on my nuts, tryin to rate my cuts Smoke me down wit the AK, then escape wit bucks So I lace my Chuks, will I get away or what? Will I be able to let my fuckin pistol spray 'em up? Real niggas keep in touch, but I don't notice nigga Wish I could get my Calico or 40 for this nigga Which I'ma show these niggas, this aint no fuckin riddle I thought you knew about these niggas off in that fuckin middle I think I got enough, heart to make it to the strap They kickin in the front, while I'm breakin out the back Threw the coco sack, I usually tuck my gat These niggas caught me slippin muthafucka, but I'll be back Wit my pistol grip, shootin out missiles bitch Lay down in the shed nigga, cuz it's a hit
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kaos] Pants sagged, doo rag Tilted hat, to the back Black mask, strap in the lap Rollin through the fuckin tracks Who want beef, nigga we deep, off up in these fuckin streets Aint no peace, call yo peeps, they gon get they ass beat All we ride wit is killas, punkin head wig-splittas Heavy hittas, dump you in that Mississippi River niggas Northside: yak sippas, Southside: cap peelas Westside: crack dealers, Eastside: Jack Trippers Not the one wit Janet and Krissy, I'm talkin bout my gritty Slice off a titty wit no bitty, kin folk from the city It don't matter where you live, fuck you and yo relatives Call the cops, I can get you knocked by some lil' ghetto kids Ay, think about yo family, I don't give a fuck goddamny While you rest in peace, I'll be on the beach, in Miami Wit yo thick chick, shit I'll put her out on that strip And sell that pussy and my zips Don't make me empty out this clip bitch
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