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Slangin' Lyrics


Song Name : Slangin'
Song Writer(s): Jones, Richard Anthony Jr, Lawson, Craig, Poole, Raymond, Vickers,
Publisher: ULTRA EMPIRE MUSIC,


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Yo, what's up *****? This the colonel, MP
But uh Fiend ***** it's your mutha***kin' time to shine
You gon' mix this **** up with bun B and pimp C
U.G.K. and Fiend, this straight for all the *****s in the hood


*****s on the corner, every ***** in the penitentiary
*****, this busta mutha***kin' free
This for all the real *****s and *****es out there, ya heard me?
No limit style, told y'all mutha***kas ain't no limit


You mutha***ka, I don't feel where you comin' from
I don't like your zone, *****, your microphone *****
Your tone switch sound like you wanna dig your own ditch


It's my pleasure to bring the shovel
You been lookin' for trouble
So me and C and Fiend gon' bust your bubble on the double


Hut one, hut two, march *****, fire off that torch *****
Straighten it out like starch *****
When I'm parched *****, take a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene, turn your block to a terror scene


**** you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin' up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down, picked up my *** kicker
'Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in that *** quicker


The last ***** figured, he had a chance
To make it to that chopper, **** in his pants
Make the murder man dance
But we shine like clusters, to leave you in the dust
'Cause we tryin', to get rid a all you haters
And you mutha***kin' bustas


Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas


Down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas


I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key
I get them whole for ten, double up for seventeen
Two outta one, step on it to win
They essay's is my partna, mafia stamp on the end


Two block solid, each one worth one
I rock it up my seven and I chop it up with bun
A pocket fulla stones, hollin' 'bout a wrong
Smokin', ridin' dirty, got a chip up in my cellphone


Keep this **** pumped, get to pop the trunk
Feelin' light headed off some California skunk
And ***** I come from Texas and love that **** to lean
I'm down with DJ screw and ***** it's U.G.K. and Fiend


And we ridin' with some killas, *****s 'bout they drama
Pimp like a wheelers and *****es like piranhas
I'm sweet James Jones, a pimp and a *******
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas
And you mutha***kin' ***** *** bustas


Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas


Down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas


What's the sense of it all?
Pimpin', powder, and ***** tryin' to make pennies
Payin' off, so friendly to flip with my people give me
If any doubt, the south, in every show today, blown away
From the wrong way, I'm killin' these *****s the Jones way


Let the Psalm say, he died as a hata
Sooner than later, shoulda pop 'em since the incubator
My life is droppin' heron, at the Sharon lookin', death dead on
Knowin' I was dead wrong


From the sad songs, have you been to my city?
If you ain't got ****ty, everything is far from pretty
But I'm one bad ***ker that's always claimin' tank
*****s know N.O., dank, and elevate


My rank, what you call it? Bustin' out the Expedition
Fiend pimpin', blowin' up corns coke and cat emissions
My livin', resist the no limit and stashin' a duster
Servin' the cluckers, poppin' it undercover, we gettin' rid of bustas


Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas


Down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas


Down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with these *******s
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Go muther***kers

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