Bo! Bo! Bo! gimme all your dough, boy, it's like that
You ain't got a gun, so how the hell you gonna fight back?
You got to be out your mind
I put you in the firing line and hit you off with the nine
And bounce with the 40oz. off on a mission
Itchin to send a nigga to the mortician
Leavin a bloody-ass mess, you best be blessed
Anything test, pick up lead to the chest
For those who got questions ( *gunshot* ) there's your answer
Smoked so many niggas, my gun got cancer
You want a head-up? Yo kid, you got jokes
Kill all the crap and knock it off
Unless you got a S on your chest I suggest you break north
Cause the blood flow's thick when the slug goes
Straight through your back from the .38 snub nose
Think you some type of thug or a mugger
Because you got a head full of gas and a Louisville slugger
Well, I got somethin more fat, it's called a gat
And you can't beat that with a baseball bat
So take your corny ass home
Before I get vexed and put the Tec to your dome
Now what's up, nigga
You got your hands, we gots the gats
You got your hands, we gots the gats
You got your hands, we gots the gats
And while you punks shootin joints, boy, the crew bust caps
Yo, here I go again, rollin with a fat Mac-10
And my nutsack's swinging dead smack on your chin
I shoot to win, breakin all laws in your area
Causin hysteria, pause or I bury ya
Punk, that's how it goes, I ain't tradin no blows
You choose to scrap, I'm movin back
Your hands can't bruise the mack
Who use the gat, so **** that
Call the police, boy, I got a nine mill' piece
Loaded, cocked and aimed at your grill piece
You say you're good with your fists, so swing at this
My clips got 16 shots and don't miss
So get strong, bring it on, nigga, yeah set it
Claim you got a knuckle game, boy, you get deaded
To hell with swingin a right try to fight
I ain't throwin love taps, I bust caps, aight?
You get lit up, did up, can't get up so get your shit up
Plus my hobby and job is buckin niggas full-term
So yo, you better slide off the scene
Cause all you got is 52 blocks, I got a M-16
Punk
Pulled the trigger, nigga didn't know who I am
Bam-blam, now his ass in a jam
Tryin to get slick was a bad pick
Brothers get had quick, the Steady Flow niggas is mad thick
Suckers I run through easy as 1-2
I don't know kung-fu but I bet you my gun do
And that's the way it's goin down, word to James Brown
Save the games, clown before your back hit the ground
Cause any fool who try to face the black guy
Wounds I inflict need more than peroxide
I ain't just givin you a scar
So how you feel about that, you 'bout to get jacked
You got your hands, my man, I got the gat
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:09.09][ VERSE 1: Grand Daddy IU ]
[00:09.75]Bo! Bo! Bo! gimme all your dough, boy, it's like that
[00:12.03]You ain't got a gun, so how the hell you gonna fight back?
[00:14.46]You got to be out your mind
[00:16.05]I put you in the firing line and hit you off with the nine
[00:18.84]And bounce with the 40oz. off on a mission
[00:21.42]Itchin to send a nigga to the mortician
[00:23.64]Leavin a bloody-ass mess, you best be blessed
[00:26.07]Anything test, pick up lead to the chest
[00:28.20]For those who got questions ( *gunshot* ) there's your answer
[00:30.69]Smoked so many niggas, my gun got cancer
[00:35.49]You want a head-up? Yo kid, you got jokes
[00:38.04]Kill all the crap and knock it off
[00:39.57]Unless you got a S on your chest I suggest you break north
[00:42.72]Cause the blood flow's thick when the slug goes
[00:44.88]Straight through your back from the .38 snub nose
[00:47.25]Think you some type of thug or a mugger
[00:49.02]Because you got a head full of gas and a Louisville slugger
[00:51.90]Well, I got somethin more fat, it's called a gat
[00:54.21]And you can't beat that with a baseball bat
[00:56.91]So take your corny ass home
[00:58.35]Before I get vexed and put the Tec to your dome
[01:00.60]Now what's up, nigga
[01:01.38][ Chorus ]
[01:01.62]You got your hands, we gots the gats
[01:03.33]You got your hands, we gots the gats
[01:06.27]You got your hands, we gots the gats
[01:08.25]And while you punks shootin joints, boy, the crew bust caps
[01:10.05][ VERSE 2: Grand Daddy IU ]
[01:10.74]Yo, here I go again, rollin with a fat Mac-10
[01:13.08]And my nutsack's swinging dead smack on your chin
[01:15.45]I shoot to win, breakin all laws in your area
[01:17.88]Causin hysteria, pause or I bury ya
[01:20.22]Punk, that's how it goes, I ain't tradin no blows
[01:24.90]You choose to scrap, I'm movin back
[01:26.76]Your hands can't bruise the mack
[01:28.23]Who use the gat, so **** that
[01:29.88]Call the police, boy, I got a nine mill' piece
[01:32.22]Loaded, cocked and aimed at your grill piece
[01:34.77]You say you're good with your fists, so swing at this
[01:36.60]My clips got 16 shots and don't miss
[01:38.97]So get strong, bring it on, nigga, yeah set it
[01:41.43]Claim you got a knuckle game, boy, you get deaded
[01:44.13]To hell with swingin a right try to fight
[01:45.93]I ain't throwin love taps, I bust caps, aight?
[01:50.37]You get lit up, did up, can't get up so get your shit up
[01:55.35]Plus my hobby and job is buckin niggas full-term
[01:57.90]So yo, you better slide off the scene
[01:59.64]Cause all you got is 52 blocks, I got a M-16
[02:01.92]Punk
[02:02.58][ Chorus ]
[02:09.90][ VERSE 3: Grand Daddy IU ]
[02:16.68]Pulled the trigger, nigga didn't know who I am
[02:19.11]Bam-blam, now his ass in a jam
[02:21.54]Tryin to get slick was a bad pick
[02:23.46]Brothers get had quick, the Steady Flow niggas is mad thick
[02:26.58]Suckers I run through easy as 1-2
[02:28.71]I don't know kung-fu but I bet you my gun do
[02:31.26]And that's the way it's goin down, word to James Brown
[02:33.48]Save the games, clown before your back hit the ground
[02:35.97]Cause any fool who try to face the black guy
[02:38.04]Wounds I inflict need more than peroxide
[02:40.74]I ain't just givin you a scar
[02:45.39]So how you feel about that, you 'bout to get jacked
[02:47.82]You got your hands, my man, I got the gat
Bo! Bo! Bo! gimme all your dough, boy, it's like that
You ain't got a gun, so how the hell you gonna fight back?
You got to be out your mind
I put you in the firing line and hit you off with the nine
And bounce with the 40oz. off on a mission
Itchin to send a nigga to the mortician
Leavin a bloody-ass mess, you best be blessed
Anything test, pick up lead to the chest
For those who got questions ( *gunshot* ) there's your answer
Smoked so many niggas, my gun got cancer
You want a head-up? Yo kid, you got jokes
Kill all the crap and knock it off
Unless you got a S on your chest I suggest you break north
Cause the blood flow's thick when the slug goes
Straight through your back from the .38 snub nose
Think you some type of thug or a mugger
Because you got a head full of gas and a Louisville slugger
Well, I got somethin more fat, it's called a gat
And you can't beat that with a baseball bat
So take your corny ass home
Before I get vexed and put the Tec to your dome
Now what's up, nigga
You got your hands, we gots the gats
You got your hands, we gots the gats
You got your hands, we gots the gats
And while you punks shootin joints, boy, the crew bust caps
Yo, here I go again, rollin with a fat Mac-10
And my nutsack's swinging dead smack on your chin
I shoot to win, breakin all laws in your area
Causin hysteria, pause or I bury ya
Punk, that's how it goes, I ain't tradin no blows
You choose to scrap, I'm movin back
Your hands can't bruise the mack
Who use the gat, so **** that
Call the police, boy, I got a nine mill' piece
Loaded, cocked and aimed at your grill piece
You say you're good with your fists, so swing at this
My clips got 16 shots and don't miss
So get strong, bring it on, nigga, yeah set it
Claim you got a knuckle game, boy, you get deaded
To hell with swingin a right try to fight
I ain't throwin love taps, I bust caps, aight?
You get lit up, did up, can't get up so get your shit up
Plus my hobby and job is buckin niggas full-term
So yo, you better slide off the scene
Cause all you got is 52 blocks, I got a M-16
Punk
Pulled the trigger, nigga didn't know who I am
Bam-blam, now his ass in a jam
Tryin to get slick was a bad pick
Brothers get had quick, the Steady Flow niggas is mad thick
Suckers I run through easy as 1-2
I don't know kung-fu but I bet you my gun do
And that's the way it's goin down, word to James Brown
Save the games, clown before your back hit the ground
Cause any fool who try to face the black guy
Wounds I inflict need more than peroxide
I ain't just givin you a scar
So how you feel about that, you 'bout to get jacked
You got your hands, my man, I got the gat
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:09.09][ VERSE 1: Grand Daddy IU ]
[00:09.75]Bo! Bo! Bo! gimme all your dough, boy, it's like that
[00:12.03]You ain't got a gun, so how the hell you gonna fight back?
[00:14.46]You got to be out your mind
[00:16.05]I put you in the firing line and hit you off with the nine
[00:18.84]And bounce with the 40oz. off on a mission
[00:21.42]Itchin to send a nigga to the mortician
[00:23.64]Leavin a bloody-ass mess, you best be blessed
[00:26.07]Anything test, pick up lead to the chest
[00:28.20]For those who got questions ( *gunshot* ) there's your answer
[00:30.69]Smoked so many niggas, my gun got cancer
[00:35.49]You want a head-up? Yo kid, you got jokes
[00:38.04]Kill all the crap and knock it off
[00:39.57]Unless you got a S on your chest I suggest you break north
[00:42.72]Cause the blood flow's thick when the slug goes
[00:44.88]Straight through your back from the .38 snub nose
[00:47.25]Think you some type of thug or a mugger
[00:49.02]Because you got a head full of gas and a Louisville slugger
[00:51.90]Well, I got somethin more fat, it's called a gat
[00:54.21]And you can't beat that with a baseball bat
[00:56.91]So take your corny ass home
[00:58.35]Before I get vexed and put the Tec to your dome
[01:00.60]Now what's up, nigga
[01:01.38][ Chorus ]
[01:01.62]You got your hands, we gots the gats
[01:03.33]You got your hands, we gots the gats
[01:06.27]You got your hands, we gots the gats
[01:08.25]And while you punks shootin joints, boy, the crew bust caps
[01:10.05][ VERSE 2: Grand Daddy IU ]
[01:10.74]Yo, here I go again, rollin with a fat Mac-10
[01:13.08]And my nutsack's swinging dead smack on your chin
[01:15.45]I shoot to win, breakin all laws in your area
[01:17.88]Causin hysteria, pause or I bury ya
[01:20.22]Punk, that's how it goes, I ain't tradin no blows
[01:24.90]You choose to scrap, I'm movin back
[01:26.76]Your hands can't bruise the mack
[01:28.23]Who use the gat, so **** that
[01:29.88]Call the police, boy, I got a nine mill' piece
[01:32.22]Loaded, cocked and aimed at your grill piece
[01:34.77]You say you're good with your fists, so swing at this
[01:36.60]My clips got 16 shots and don't miss
[01:38.97]So get strong, bring it on, nigga, yeah set it
[01:41.43]Claim you got a knuckle game, boy, you get deaded
[01:44.13]To hell with swingin a right try to fight
[01:45.93]I ain't throwin love taps, I bust caps, aight?
[01:50.37]You get lit up, did up, can't get up so get your shit up
[01:55.35]Plus my hobby and job is buckin niggas full-term
[01:57.90]So yo, you better slide off the scene
[01:59.64]Cause all you got is 52 blocks, I got a M-16
[02:01.92]Punk
[02:02.58][ Chorus ]
[02:09.90][ VERSE 3: Grand Daddy IU ]
[02:16.68]Pulled the trigger, nigga didn't know who I am
[02:19.11]Bam-blam, now his ass in a jam
[02:21.54]Tryin to get slick was a bad pick
[02:23.46]Brothers get had quick, the Steady Flow niggas is mad thick
[02:26.58]Suckers I run through easy as 1-2
[02:28.71]I don't know kung-fu but I bet you my gun do
[02:31.26]And that's the way it's goin down, word to James Brown
[02:33.48]Save the games, clown before your back hit the ground
[02:35.97]Cause any fool who try to face the black guy
[02:38.04]Wounds I inflict need more than peroxide
[02:40.74]I ain't just givin you a scar
[02:45.39]So how you feel about that, you 'bout to get jacked
[02:47.82]You got your hands, my man, I got the gat
(No/Know), my heart is turning, baby
to (move/moon?)
I face the wave?
But damn it love!
Now don't you strangle me!
Trying to fight the flicker in the ...
Started on a summer sunday
the pink dress in the setting sun
You were going to grandmas' house
I was too scared to come
Silly girl. Im beggin' you
Tel...
In the storm of roses
A great fire arises
Illuminates the night in thorns
A fallen love is haunting
Rising from the sand
Eloquant, evil
And demand
We ...
It's the number one crew in the area
Verse 1: Big L
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incens
Gettin' men lynched, and when tensed, I'm killin' infants...