Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

Unh....yeah...
I got that Boot Camp Clicc in muthafucka tonight
Me & my 'Cise....
We hooked some smooth shit up for y'all...
And we to throw down in this bitch, ya heard mes?

First Verse [G-Quikk &

I had of you niggas who that I couldn't, do it

Do

Grab the pen and the paper, put the fire to the blunt, to get to it
Fuuuuuck how y'all do it,
She quick to pursue it til' his pockets like body fluid,
Some niggas be up at the line,
Blow job then slob on my knob, bitch I been the

BITCH I THE SHIT!!!!!

Ain't you can do to me

What muthafucka talkin' about nigga who me?

Yeah you, who see?
I'm bout'z to gash, drivin' 'em out quick fast,
Bout your muthafuckin' ass,
Put a nigga on the muthafuckin' map with'cha ass

Wit'cha ass

Takin' how

How long it

It took a nigga muthafuckin' years just to make a rap song.
But I'm on my winnings, in now niggas is jealous,
Y'all niggas faze me,
gone...hate me,
Bust up and I may get they lips bloody,
Your nutty,
Aw, y'all niggas ain't for me,
But if you want me, who
I'm shell-bound, me throw down on my first go-round,
Here's our shit, did it and now you're evicted,
Now admit it, that yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. Hood Critics,
all on my dick hun,
Get one, one,
Shit son, talk about me? Jealous man, done,
it, it's all good,
I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga either,

Chorus & G-Quikk]

You're all on my hun

Mr. Hood

Get one

Only way to my muthafuckin' name
Out your mouth
Is to keep your mouth SHUT!

(x4)

Second Verse [G-Quikk, Mystikal, &

Roll a tank,
Comin' like a shake,
move that I make,
Be smooth a, snake,
I got what it takes to make your burn,
Hooked up in the fifth, with the pee-wee sideburns,
I dress better than a dealer,
'cause I jump shop I'm on my job nigga,
couldn't see me

Who

Q to the U to the I to the K, K, I be......

Follow me now, sesame,
You niggas ready for the best of me,
I'm you niggas nuts and givin' you bitches a hysterectomy,
I'm comin' up fast, in more ass,
as glass,
Bitch you might think this nigga be lickin' the pussy 'cause my fast,
Hoe, but a no-no,
Oh, you you don't know?
Mr. Critic told you what? I'm lickin' pussy on the down-low?
Now if I'd did it, I'd admit it and around proud,
But no fables, on this label, pussy eaters ain't allowed,
Now I be comin' around the mountain "Oh Susanna"

Nigga the fuck you from?

New Orleans, Louisiana,
Home of the camp clicc,
And now time for rest of you muthafuckas
to bow down and respect the shit,
Get mouth split,
That's thing that you can do up with this chemistry,
The Boot Camp Clicc is bombs on the industry

You all on my dick, hun

Mr. Critic, the only way to keep my muthafuckin' name,
out your muthafuckin' mouth,
Is to keep muthafuckin' mouth SHUT!

G's oh, a G so,
Want me to creep these hoes? I'ma these hoes,
On they toes,
Shovin' that dick all in daughter,
a nigga, fucked a nigga,
Sucked a lil'

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

I'm not your extraordinary busta,
soldier out that boot camp,
Bustin' you dick

From walkin' round town tryin' to Michelle,
Hit slow like you jump now nigga

Ain't nothin' colder, ain't cooler...
Ooh! Don't let the ice fool ya

'cause I ain't type of nigga to get my...

Ass

Caught 'em

hit

Cha-CHING!

Bitch smash hit

(2x)