Boosie Badazz - Boosie II (Don’t Forget It) lyrics

Ah, Ah Lil Boosie (Lil Boosie) yeah
Whats up! Umm! Whats up! Umm!

Don't forget it, it's wicked
Don't forget it, it's wicked

Look, see I walk across that dirty track
At two o'clock am flat
Wake up burn a murder sack
Anything that move, then murder that
Tired of go'n through pressure thug
Cause, I'm less a thug
Keep it on your lap cause these
Days they'll test ya thug
Look, if it ain't that fuckin
Doja or that weed man
This solja boy don't need
Cause that caine gone shake yo breed
Think I'm lyin keep try'n
Boy that's how it go down
Takin over the world
That's why call me no brown
South side for down
You know that's in my blood
Keep bitchin cause I'm itchin from
The fleas and the flood
Hollern "Slow Yo Roll"
Shit, I want the whole
I wanna a fannie swole, so I can act a show
Nigga better ask your hoe
Feelin like a mad man
Try'n slang that weed on G street
That's a fast plan
Thinkin bout what dad sayin
"Keep it real and keep ya steel
Take yo time and teach a lil
Until you reach a mill"
Got me thinkin dumb ways
Got two pumps and two K's
Two licks and two days
Two fifths and new J's i'm thugged out

Don't forget it, it's wicked
Roll wit Loc so I sic it
Follow me I got the ticket
And some funk to get busy

Look, real niggas be bout that torture
I'll scorch ya if you play me
Niggas be try'n to hate me
That's why it's off of safety
Whoever, whenever makes no differences
Who you be boy you bleed just like me
But don't come cross CBT bottom boy
Automatic anything that causes that static
Get you stink by us, little nigga
Thuggin 'n smokin angel dust
A donkey boy, leave you funky boy
Smoke everything from a lawyer
To a junkie boy
Niggas hollern bout they bout it
Niggas light as a feather
Can't get mad at you girl cause
You ain't on my level
Don't run behind me, when ya find me
You gone regret you missed
Cause my nerves done got pissed
And all you gone get is this (CHOP CHOP)
It don't stop wit solja Reebok tennis
Thug shit up in ninas, label Boosie a menace
God please, forgive my sins
Niggas try'n take my ends
I'm just sit back 'n watchin
Fuck the talkin I'm choppin
Where yo nigga, yo round, your fuckin whodi
Yo convict this south side red rum shit, so
Don't you be dumb bitch, wha
Played everything man from proleans
To dope fien's gettin track in my Balance
Stashin dope in the alleys

Don't forget it, it's wicked
Roll wit Loc so I sic it
Follow me I got the ticket
And some funk to get busy