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Yeah yeah yeah yeah my name is,

And I am alongside,

Shit feel good nigga, what the fuck want

Let me feel on some bitches, this bully foot rap

Now, time I give y'all shit that
Blow up the spot, fuck you got
And bless and execute plots
That's to Extinction Level Event these wack niggaz offa this
Me and Tha Alkaholiks a drinkwatchin y'all niggaz get sick
ya stomachs 'til you earl in the sink
The type of dude I never put in my you funny
And you be sittin down with your legs crossed like a
I be the mouth quick to toast y'all, so alled
Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies along the coast y'all
This very moment, opponentniggaz like you
Ain't up in our circle cause we don'tone it
We love to it, perhaps
What we do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw sewage
And for the thing that I'ma make clear
That when we present watch your step when you be comin'

Blow up the (fuck what you got, we got)
for the East and the South and the West coast
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

To ya duck (said get down nigga what) You know

To in the truck (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)

This tryin to make me crack, but it still ain't broke me
I fall down and just like Charles Oakley
Hoes be all he wanna do is poke me
what you think I wanna do, the hokey pokey
Her boyfriend Smokey he was gonna smoke me
Her daddy crazy loc he tried to me and choke me
And she want me, keep blowin up my Noki'
to provoke me to fall for okey-dokey
Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said
I'm just liquid in the middle of the pit
it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bomb
I'm iller than Sadaam takin mom to the prom
and calm, Macken-Ro, Likwid don
Bust with Busta Rhymes, then I roll up, one
You got ice I got ice, but who nice on these

Blow up the spot (fuck you got, we got)
Shit for the and the South and the West coast
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

To ya duck (said get down nigga what) You know

To in the truck (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)

We out for so bust this it's Busta and the Alkies
Niggaz know the secret but they just can't get it out me
So they talk that shit me but to me that's never not
They pop shit across the room while I down another shot
I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and lose
Close my eyes and throw a bottle (I'm fuckin up) party over
I still got that flare so just stare over there
Cause I'm so accurate guns I put parts in niggaz hair
So I declare war Tha Liks, we fierce
The feds be checkin fo' us writin letters to these editors
QuotTha Liks is they straight from California
We even give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us quotlike
{RRRRAHHH just like a Dungeon Dragon
Taggin Tash up on the wall while my pants is
Draggin niggaz through the mud blood all through the club
The quickest way to show some love is let a nigga hit bud

Blow up the (fuck what you got, we got)
Shit for the East and the South and the coast
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

To make ya duck (said get down what) You know

To bounce in the truck (aiyyo, get the funk, y'know)