CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Caution
What
Is that him? Get his ass
Him, right there
Murr
Lookin` for murder as I walk thru the club with my mask on
I catch `em, shoot `em dead now they tellin` me I`m their own
That boy talk out his neck because now that n***a head gone
I took that n***a red bone then we p*ssed on his headstone
Said f**k my homies would f**k n***a if he f**ked yours
All your n***as pull up on my n***as they be outdoors
Let `em say smoke then it`s up b*t*h I light yours
My gang nothin` like yours we belong in the psych-award
We crazy b*t*h, we f**ked up, this does not you the f**ked up
Now you then got busted up, hit `em now he on hush-hush
Macaroni bock-bock, no keep these hoes lil` murked up
Big drip n***as serve stuff, codeine is what I burp up
Sippin` real drink this [?] boy this is not no toss son
Yeah this a real mac you will get wacked boy I ain`t tusslin`
Spend 25 on my pistol, chain I ball head plus
When you cookin` dough you know it`s ready when it`s bump
This for the rappers and the jackers, computer crashin`, and hackers
Get of yo` ass and start slackin` go get your cheese and your crackers
My b*t*h ass fat it ain`t average she ate her rice and her cabbage
When we f**k let her grab it just to make her ride me faster
Is that him? Get his ass
Him, right there
Murr
Lookin` for murder as I walk thru the club with my mask on
I catch `em, shoot `em dead now they tellin` me I`m their own
That boy talk out his neck because now that n***a head gone
I took that n***a red bone then we p*ssed on his headstone
Said f**k my homies would f**k n***a if he f**ked yours
All your n***as pull up on my n***as they be outdoors
Let `em say smoke then it`s up b*t*h I light yours
My gang nothin` like yours we belong in the psych-award
We crazy b*t*h, we f**ked up, this does not you the f**ked up
Now you then got busted up, hit `em now he on hush-hush
Macaroni bock-bock, no keep these hoes lil` murked up
Big drip n***as serve stuff, codeine is what I burp up
Sippin` real drink this [?] boy this is not no toss son
Yeah this a real mac you will get wacked boy I ain`t tusslin`
Spend 25 on my pistol, chain I ball head plus
When you cookin` dough you know it`s ready when it`s bump
This for the rappers and the jackers, computer crashin`, and hackers
Get of yo` ass and start slackin` go get your cheese and your crackers
My b*t*h ass fat it ain`t average she ate her rice and her cabbage
When we f**k let her grab it just to make her ride me faster
