CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Suck
So you can suck my d**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
‘Cause I don’t give a f**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
Instigators turn pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors
Y'all don’t want war, y'all want talk
In the dark, my dogs all bark like, "Woof!"
Proof, n***a, I'm a wolf
Get your whole roof caved in like reindeer hooves
Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose
The more y'all breathe, sh*t, the more I moves
It's Hill Street—this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, n***a
Or make the news, bet you all y'all move
When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop
Did you never give a damn in the first place?
Maybe it's time you had the tables turned
'Cause in the interest of all involved, I got the problem solved
And the verdict is guilty
Man nearly killed me, steppin’ where you fear to tread
Stop, drop and roll - you were dead from the git-go!
Big mouth f**ker, stupid c*cksucker
Are you scared of me now? Then you’re dumber than I thought
Always is, and never was
Foundation made of p*ss and vinegar
Step to me, I'll smear ya - think I fear you? Bullsh*t!
Just another dumb punk chompin’ at this tit
Is there any way to break through the noise?
Was it something that I said that got you bent?
Gotta be that way if you want it
Sanity, literal profanity - hit me!
So you can suck my d**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
‘Cause I don't give a f**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
(Lyrics Coming Soon...)
If it was up to me, you motherf**kers’d stop
Comin' up to me with your hands out
Lookin' up to me like you want somethin' free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin' me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me
Like it was some disease, but you won't get a crumb from me
‘Cause I'm from the streets of C-Compton! (Compton!)
I told 'em all
All 'em little gangstas, who you think helped mold 'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none
What, you think I sold 'em all
‘Cause I stay well off?
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
What, ‘cause I been in the lab
With a pen and a pad tryin' to get this damn label off?
I ain't havin' that
This is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin' after that
So give me one more platinum plaque
And f**k rap, you can have it back
So where's all the Mad Rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats
While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch
So you can suck my d**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
‘Cause I don't give a f**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
(Lyrics Coming Soon...)
Man, I don't see why they hate me (Huh?)
I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy (What?)
They call me Kanye crazy (Yah)
APEsh*t, Beyonce, Jay-Z (Woo)
And I'm back with Andre, baby (Yeah)
And the doctor's operating (What?)
But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop, K. Dot to Shady
Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect, I better check to see why you feel upset
'Cause I met your b*t*h on the internet now I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet
That bimbo can put her lips all the way around this bone and then blow
Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo
Those were the days but I bet you, I'm never gonna be broke again, no
I don't smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo
And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero
Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two
b*t*h, shut the f**k up 'fore I shoot you too
Ain't sh*t I won't do just to get a few YouTube views
Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
'Cause that's what I do, do, do
But, even to the untrained human eye
We ain't the same, you and I
Somebody should have explained to you why
For you to go against me, it's simply insane, you will die (Yeah)
That's why they call me Kamikaze, it's plain suicide, yeah
But I know magic and here go my last trick
I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat
I'm about to relapse and I betcha that you won't know how to react
But a look of disgust, I don't doubt it'd be that
As I begin to f**kin' devour the track
And you backpedal, that is a cowardly act
Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapsed
So you can suck my d**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
‘Cause I don't give a f**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
I'm a motherf**king omen, I bow down to no man
Split a n***a open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders
I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster
So everyone can notice who was focused on us poking
They nose in our business, hoping that I don't come smoke 'em
No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture
You n***as close to croaking any moment and I know when
I could f**k the culture up, probably rap
A maniac with anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat
Speak when you spoken to
And I don't have to read a f**king magazine or quotable
To notice what you hoes will do
(Lyrics Coming Soon..)
So you can suck my d**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
‘Cause I don't give a f**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
Ha-ha! Suck my motherf**kin' d**k!
D12, Dirty-motherf**kin'-Dozen
Nasty like a stank sl*t b*t*h with thirty f**kin' husbands
(Ayo, Corey, you're up again!)
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
‘Cause I don’t give a f**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
Instigators turn pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors
Y'all don’t want war, y'all want talk
In the dark, my dogs all bark like, "Woof!"
Proof, n***a, I'm a wolf
Get your whole roof caved in like reindeer hooves
Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose
The more y'all breathe, sh*t, the more I moves
It's Hill Street—this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, n***a
Or make the news, bet you all y'all move
When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop
Did you never give a damn in the first place?
Maybe it's time you had the tables turned
'Cause in the interest of all involved, I got the problem solved
And the verdict is guilty
Man nearly killed me, steppin’ where you fear to tread
Stop, drop and roll - you were dead from the git-go!
Big mouth f**ker, stupid c*cksucker
Are you scared of me now? Then you’re dumber than I thought
Always is, and never was
Foundation made of p*ss and vinegar
Step to me, I'll smear ya - think I fear you? Bullsh*t!
Just another dumb punk chompin’ at this tit
Is there any way to break through the noise?
Was it something that I said that got you bent?
Gotta be that way if you want it
Sanity, literal profanity - hit me!
So you can suck my d**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
‘Cause I don't give a f**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
(Lyrics Coming Soon...)
If it was up to me, you motherf**kers’d stop
Comin' up to me with your hands out
Lookin' up to me like you want somethin' free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin' me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me
Like it was some disease, but you won't get a crumb from me
‘Cause I'm from the streets of C-Compton! (Compton!)
I told 'em all
All 'em little gangstas, who you think helped mold 'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none
What, you think I sold 'em all
‘Cause I stay well off?
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
What, ‘cause I been in the lab
With a pen and a pad tryin' to get this damn label off?
I ain't havin' that
This is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin' after that
So give me one more platinum plaque
And f**k rap, you can have it back
So where's all the Mad Rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats
While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch
So you can suck my d**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
‘Cause I don't give a f**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
(Lyrics Coming Soon...)
Man, I don't see why they hate me (Huh?)
I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy (What?)
They call me Kanye crazy (Yah)
APEsh*t, Beyonce, Jay-Z (Woo)
And I'm back with Andre, baby (Yeah)
And the doctor's operating (What?)
But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop, K. Dot to Shady
Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect, I better check to see why you feel upset
'Cause I met your b*t*h on the internet now I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet
That bimbo can put her lips all the way around this bone and then blow
Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo
Those were the days but I bet you, I'm never gonna be broke again, no
I don't smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo
And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero
Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two
b*t*h, shut the f**k up 'fore I shoot you too
Ain't sh*t I won't do just to get a few YouTube views
Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
'Cause that's what I do, do, do
But, even to the untrained human eye
We ain't the same, you and I
Somebody should have explained to you why
For you to go against me, it's simply insane, you will die (Yeah)
That's why they call me Kamikaze, it's plain suicide, yeah
But I know magic and here go my last trick
I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat
I'm about to relapse and I betcha that you won't know how to react
But a look of disgust, I don't doubt it'd be that
As I begin to f**kin' devour the track
And you backpedal, that is a cowardly act
Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapsed
So you can suck my d**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
‘Cause I don't give a f**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
I'm a motherf**king omen, I bow down to no man
Split a n***a open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders
I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster
So everyone can notice who was focused on us poking
They nose in our business, hoping that I don't come smoke 'em
No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture
You n***as close to croaking any moment and I know when
I could f**k the culture up, probably rap
A maniac with anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat
Speak when you spoken to
And I don't have to read a f**king magazine or quotable
To notice what you hoes will do
(Lyrics Coming Soon..)
So you can suck my d**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
‘Cause I don't give a f**k if you don't like my sh*t
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
Ha-ha! Suck my motherf**kin' d**k!
D12, Dirty-motherf**kin'-Dozen
Nasty like a stank sl*t b*t*h with thirty f**kin' husbands
(Ayo, Corey, you're up again!)
