CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hood Talk
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Slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Say, gangsta, why you holdin' fire like you out here sprayin' rounds?
You grew up, but you ain't really makin' gun sounds, yeah
Yeah, my youngins wit' it, 'bout that action, poppin' out the playground, yeah
Find our target, give 'em one more then and take 'em down, yeah
We hit it up and clear it out, ain't no more standin' 'round
Wait for my side, they gon' ride, we don't play around
We hit the club and throw ones when it's sun down
Yeah, your bitch with the gang with her ass out
Dick in her mouth got the lil' bitch occupied
Cry 'bout a bitch, nigga, they ain't even worried 'bout you
Model went pimped the bitch 'cause you the one that let her out
Went upper case alphabet blicks brought them letters out
Everybody strapped with them K's
But come to mine and get some rest
These bitches fuckin' for some J's
Crew hoppin' niggas, fuck your momma and they grave
You'll trade
I served your auntie all the ice, now she my number one J
Screamin' "Fuck 12" when we got our middle fingers up
Drop one of us, we drop ten, it's war [?]
Slime say lil' bro just got 'em through the mail
Let's go stick him up
Mask up and catch that nigga tell
He ain't built like us
Say, gangsta, why you holdin' fire like you out here sprayin' rounds?
You grew up, but you ain't really makin' gun sounds, yeah
Yeah, my youngins wit' it, 'bout that action, poppin' out the playground, yeah
Find our target, give 'em one more then and take 'em down, yeah
We hit it up and clear it out, ain't no more standin' 'round
Wait for my side, they gon' ride, we don't play around
We hit the club and throw ones when it's sun down
Yeah, your bitch with the gang with her ass out
Got them racks in and copped the trap house with the sunny feet
I get the bread in by the loafs, nigga, whole wheat
And my ex partner a rat and he showed it
stick to the G code, you told it, you told it
You wrote it, you wrote it
now your front door always open, it's open for public to know it
Pussy niggas we exposin'
Knock 'em off, put the body, yeah, in the trash, then dispose it, dispose it
have motion, motion
Hood Baby be cozy, sippin' slow motion
The feds watchin', I'm posin'
You better watch them niggas with that ho shit
I'm ridin' with the toaster ready to toast it
Say, gangsta, why you holdin' fire like you out here sprayin' rounds?
You grew up, but you ain't really makin' gun sounds, yeah
Yeah, my youngins wit' it, 'bout that action, poppin' out the playground, yeah
Find our target, give 'em one more then and take 'em down, yeah
We hit it up and clear it out, ain't no more standin' 'round
Wait for my side, they gon' ride, we don't play around
We hit the club and throw ones when it's sun down
Yeah, your bitch with the gang with her ass out
Slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Say, gangsta, why you holdin' fire like you out here sprayin' rounds?
You grew up, but you ain't really makin' gun sounds, yeah
Yeah, my youngins wit' it, 'bout that action, poppin' out the playground, yeah
Find our target, give 'em one more then and take 'em down, yeah
We hit it up and clear it out, ain't no more standin' 'round
Wait for my side, they gon' ride, we don't play around
We hit the club and throw ones when it's sun down
Yeah, your bitch with the gang with her ass out
Dick in her mouth got the lil' bitch occupied
Cry 'bout a bitch, nigga, they ain't even worried 'bout you
Model went pimped the bitch 'cause you the one that let her out
Went upper case alphabet blicks brought them letters out
Everybody strapped with them K's
But come to mine and get some rest
These bitches fuckin' for some J's
Crew hoppin' niggas, fuck your momma and they grave
You'll trade
I served your auntie all the ice, now she my number one J
Screamin' "Fuck 12" when we got our middle fingers up
Drop one of us, we drop ten, it's war [?]
Slime say lil' bro just got 'em through the mail
Let's go stick him up
Mask up and catch that nigga tell
He ain't built like us
Say, gangsta, why you holdin' fire like you out here sprayin' rounds?
You grew up, but you ain't really makin' gun sounds, yeah
Yeah, my youngins wit' it, 'bout that action, poppin' out the playground, yeah
Find our target, give 'em one more then and take 'em down, yeah
We hit it up and clear it out, ain't no more standin' 'round
Wait for my side, they gon' ride, we don't play around
We hit the club and throw ones when it's sun down
Yeah, your bitch with the gang with her ass out
Got them racks in and copped the trap house with the sunny feet
I get the bread in by the loafs, nigga, whole wheat
And my ex partner a rat and he showed it
stick to the G code, you told it, you told it
You wrote it, you wrote it
now your front door always open, it's open for public to know it
Pussy niggas we exposin'
Knock 'em off, put the body, yeah, in the trash, then dispose it, dispose it
have motion, motion
Hood Baby be cozy, sippin' slow motion
The feds watchin', I'm posin'
You better watch them niggas with that ho shit
I'm ridin' with the toaster ready to toast it
Say, gangsta, why you holdin' fire like you out here sprayin' rounds?
You grew up, but you ain't really makin' gun sounds, yeah
Yeah, my youngins wit' it, 'bout that action, poppin' out the playground, yeah
Find our target, give 'em one more then and take 'em down, yeah
We hit it up and clear it out, ain't no more standin' 'round
Wait for my side, they gon' ride, we don't play around
We hit the club and throw ones when it's sun down
Yeah, your bitch with the gang with her ass out
