B.G., Turk - What's That Smell lyrics
B.G. [Christopher Noel Dorsey] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[B.G., Turk - What's That Smell lyrics]
Ohhh man, somethin' stank
Ooohh you smell that?
I don't know what that is
Killin' is like a hobby: somethin'
That BG do for fun
It don't help to run - I'll
Empty 'em all out the drum
When it come down to
One-eight-seven I don't play
When it come down to you or me
It won't be me
Got quick hands, call me "Quick Draw"
I'll draw first hit ya, loosen up your head
Watch your shit burst been about gun-play
Puttin' bustas on T-shirts
Creepin' down the one-way lettin'
That AK work
Ain't too many niggas I beef with still here
Might could count a few rollin'
'round in a wheelchair
Nigga know my background - so, cowards
Stay your distance know if you get into it
With me you get splitted
Know you could cause your momma or
Sister to come up missin'
It could be broad daylight - I'll
Walk up and twist 'em
I don't give a motherfuck - act like ya know
If not, then ask the police for my MO
I'll make sure that a nigga
Is cooked and well done
Stand over the bitch - give it
To him one by one
I gotcha down bad, I'ma leave ya, cousin
No matter what time it is, I'ma leave ya
Cousin a nigga won't go in that ocean
For ya - bring it on
Do or die, nigga - you or me gon' be gone
I ain't scared at all - my nuts hang low
Wodie
Try sizin me up, that ass gotta go, wodie
Six under the dirt
Is where you'll be fuckin'
With this nigga: Turk
I'll knock your head off
Put your back in your chest
Play the same twitch straight to the project
Just chill - sit back and lay low
Stay on my p's and q's - keep the four-four
You know how it go: give bitch-niggas hell
And I'll make sure they'll never get well
I got bad nerves - don't make
Me click if I do
What happen after I finish with you is on you
I warned you - you can't never say I didn't
Brains painted on the ground
When I stop spittin'
"To society I'm a menace" is what
The judge said to me
Trippin' 'cause I keep a
Automatic that's fully
Finger stay on the trigger - see my enemy
I'm pullin'
Bitch-nigga say he feel me, laughed at me
Say I wouldn't
You know Geezy couldn't let that slide by
I do walk-up's, never drive-by's
Grab a nigga by his head
Whisper to him 'fore I do him
"Why, " I said, "you're here
Wodie?" - execute him
That there raw, huh - I know, nigga
Geezy ain't no ho, nigga
Been cutthroat, been playin' the
Game how it go, nigga
So if you like livin', mind your own business
Or you gonna be traced in white chalk
Ya here me
Never get well
He'll never get well (Damn, that stank)
Never get well
Where that shit comin' from? Man, that stank!
Hell, you see, man
Where that shit comin' from? That shit stank
I think that's comin' from under
The house over there oh, no no
That shit comin from that trunk of
That car we just walked by
I don't know where that shit comin' from
I know that shit stank
Ooohh you smell that?
I don't know what that is
Killin' is like a hobby: somethin'
That BG do for fun
It don't help to run - I'll
Empty 'em all out the drum
When it come down to
One-eight-seven I don't play
When it come down to you or me
It won't be me
Got quick hands, call me "Quick Draw"
I'll draw first hit ya, loosen up your head
Watch your shit burst been about gun-play
Puttin' bustas on T-shirts
Creepin' down the one-way lettin'
That AK work
Ain't too many niggas I beef with still here
Might could count a few rollin'
'round in a wheelchair
Nigga know my background - so, cowards
Stay your distance know if you get into it
With me you get splitted
Know you could cause your momma or
Sister to come up missin'
It could be broad daylight - I'll
Walk up and twist 'em
I don't give a motherfuck - act like ya know
If not, then ask the police for my MO
I'll make sure that a nigga
Is cooked and well done
Stand over the bitch - give it
To him one by one
I gotcha down bad, I'ma leave ya, cousin
No matter what time it is, I'ma leave ya
Cousin a nigga won't go in that ocean
For ya - bring it on
Do or die, nigga - you or me gon' be gone
I ain't scared at all - my nuts hang low
Wodie
Try sizin me up, that ass gotta go, wodie
Six under the dirt
Is where you'll be fuckin'
With this nigga: Turk
I'll knock your head off
Put your back in your chest
Play the same twitch straight to the project
Just chill - sit back and lay low
Stay on my p's and q's - keep the four-four
You know how it go: give bitch-niggas hell
And I'll make sure they'll never get well
I got bad nerves - don't make
Me click if I do
What happen after I finish with you is on you
I warned you - you can't never say I didn't
Brains painted on the ground
When I stop spittin'
"To society I'm a menace" is what
The judge said to me
Trippin' 'cause I keep a
Automatic that's fully
Finger stay on the trigger - see my enemy
I'm pullin'
Bitch-nigga say he feel me, laughed at me
Say I wouldn't
You know Geezy couldn't let that slide by
I do walk-up's, never drive-by's
Grab a nigga by his head
Whisper to him 'fore I do him
"Why, " I said, "you're here
Wodie?" - execute him
That there raw, huh - I know, nigga
Geezy ain't no ho, nigga
Been cutthroat, been playin' the
Game how it go, nigga
So if you like livin', mind your own business
Or you gonna be traced in white chalk
Ya here me
Never get well
He'll never get well (Damn, that stank)
Never get well
Where that shit comin' from? Man, that stank!
Hell, you see, man
Where that shit comin' from? That shit stank
I think that's comin' from under
The house over there oh, no no
That shit comin from that trunk of
That car we just walked by
I don't know where that shit comin' from
I know that shit stank