C Blu - Message, Pt. 1 lyrics
[C Blu - Message, Pt. 1 lyrics]
Gang, gang c Blu!
This a message for all y'all who dissin' me
Niggas poppin', they don't be as lit as me
Sharin' chains, like
Boy is you kiddin' me?
And I heard you got shot for a phone
You a bozo, you should've stayed home
Drop ten bands on my neck
That's a light pack
Flipped the Chevy, I got that shit right back
You be dumb if you think
That you stickin' me
'Cause this 40 I keep keep a lemon squeeze
Yeah, Leroy, he got chased in the store
Dubs tripped, now his brains on the floor
She got killed in her sleep
I get caught, then I'm spinnin' all week
Gang be tellin' me, "Chill, you a tweak"
But, I can't stop 'til them pussies dеcease
But, I can't stop 'til them pussiеs decease
Like, who did y'all niggas come touch?
Survived and that pussy got punched
He was lucky we ain't have no gun
Told Drew, "Just hop out and blitz 'em"
And you know that we crip, so we ripped 'em
If she jackin' the opps, she a victim
Don't lack on that strip when we come
Grab your Gs and just run
'Cause my niggas don't think
They just shoot
We send shooters, but no, we don't hoop
(Spinnin' blocks like this shit is a sport)
Catch a opp and I bet he get torched
Gang, catch a opp and I bet he get torched
Boom, boom, C Blu!
Grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom
Look, y'all niggas done fucked up
Gang, gang
You a dummy if you think that I'm finished
Whole gang up, thots know we winnin'
Yeah, I pray, but I steady be sinnin'
'Cause this 40, it really be next to me
For them niggas who think they
Gon' mess wit' me
Tote the 8, shit, I roll with the 80's
Hear "C Blu" and they start going crazy
Use a rubber, she can't have my baby
This a message for all y'all who dissin' me
Niggas poppin', they don't be as lit as me
Sharin' chains, like
Boy is you kiddin' me?
And I heard you got shot for a phone
You a bozo, you should've stayed home
Drop ten bands on my neck
That's a light pack
Flipped the Chevy, I got that shit right back
You be dumb if you think
That you stickin' me
'Cause this 40 I keep keep a lemon squeeze
Yeah, Leroy, he got chased in the store
Dubs tripped, now his brains on the floor
She got killed in her sleep
I get caught, then I'm spinnin' all week
Gang be tellin' me, "Chill, you a tweak"
But, I can't stop 'til them pussies decease
But, I can't stop 'til them pussies decease
This a message for all y'all who dissin' me
Niggas poppin', they don't be as lit as me
Sharin' chains, like
Boy is you kiddin' me?
And I heard you got shot for a phone
You a bozo, you should've stayed home
Drop ten bands on my neck
That's a light pack
Flipped the Chevy, I got that shit right back
You be dumb if you think
That you stickin' me
'Cause this 40 I keep keep a lemon squeeze
Yeah, Leroy, he got chased in the store
Dubs tripped, now his brains on the floor
She got killed in her sleep
I get caught, then I'm spinnin' all week
Gang be tellin' me, "Chill, you a tweak"
But, I can't stop 'til them pussies dеcease
But, I can't stop 'til them pussiеs decease
Like, who did y'all niggas come touch?
Survived and that pussy got punched
He was lucky we ain't have no gun
Told Drew, "Just hop out and blitz 'em"
And you know that we crip, so we ripped 'em
If she jackin' the opps, she a victim
Don't lack on that strip when we come
Grab your Gs and just run
'Cause my niggas don't think
They just shoot
We send shooters, but no, we don't hoop
(Spinnin' blocks like this shit is a sport)
Catch a opp and I bet he get torched
Gang, catch a opp and I bet he get torched
Boom, boom, C Blu!
Grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom
Look, y'all niggas done fucked up
Gang, gang
You a dummy if you think that I'm finished
Whole gang up, thots know we winnin'
Yeah, I pray, but I steady be sinnin'
'Cause this 40, it really be next to me
For them niggas who think they
Gon' mess wit' me
Tote the 8, shit, I roll with the 80's
Hear "C Blu" and they start going crazy
Use a rubber, she can't have my baby
This a message for all y'all who dissin' me
Niggas poppin', they don't be as lit as me
Sharin' chains, like
Boy is you kiddin' me?
And I heard you got shot for a phone
You a bozo, you should've stayed home
Drop ten bands on my neck
That's a light pack
Flipped the Chevy, I got that shit right back
You be dumb if you think
That you stickin' me
'Cause this 40 I keep keep a lemon squeeze
Yeah, Leroy, he got chased in the store
Dubs tripped, now his brains on the floor
She got killed in her sleep
I get caught, then I'm spinnin' all week
Gang be tellin' me, "Chill, you a tweak"
But, I can't stop 'til them pussies decease
But, I can't stop 'til them pussies decease