Chuuwee - 40 Oz's & 40 Sac's lyrics
[Chuuwee - 40 Oz's & 40 Sac's lyrics]
Back up, back up
Boom boom goes the jammy by the waistline
While I get high with a cutie by the wayside
Looking like a black Zack Morris
The flyest one at Bayside High
And every time I pass, girls cry
I'm an asshole, devil with the horns
I'm a fly guy have it your way
Like Burger King small fry guy
Get fried when they step to my minions
Offensive slick shit
Come up in that bitch missing at ease
You and your team something like batty boys
Gay, we make pay like Shane Battier
Run and come and find you
They said he ran that-a-way
Law man told me to put the damn gat away
It ain't my fault these
Soup niggas get shocked
In rhymes they're Pac
But really Anne Hathaway
Hey, it's like that y'all
I got a TUS baseball bat
This is the batting cage
Engine engine number nine
On the Sac Town transit line
If my train falls off the track
Then I'll explode in the gas
As I'm striking a match
Boom boom goes the jammy from the waistline
While I roll an L in the studio
And we don't ever waste time
I chase my digit's, my rhymes are frigid
Exquisite and hoes they know I'm always
On some slick shit i'm wicked
Young and I'm black and I'm gifted
When I kick it
It straight leaves hoes dripping
I be like "Can I hit it?"
They say "Yes you can"
Oh, but niggas don't understand
I'm the motherfucking man peace to Japan
I ain't really mean to do that
Fuck shit up, they call me Hurricane Who Dat
Who dat there to try to challenge my crew?
That's stupid as fuck, but yo
You niggas knew that
I do that, everything else you niggas lose at
That attitude, all of that hate
Will get you bruised black
Move fast, be at one with your squad
Or you'll hear two claps and
Someone laid in the garage boom boom
Boom boom goes the jammy by the waistline
While I get high with a cutie by the wayside
Looking like a black Zack Morris
The flyest one at Bayside High
And every time I pass, girls cry
I'm an asshole, devil with the horns
I'm a fly guy have it your way
Like Burger King small fry guy
Get fried when they step to my minions
Offensive slick shit
Come up in that bitch missing at ease
You and your team something like batty boys
Gay, we make pay like Shane Battier
Run and come and find you
They said he ran that-a-way
Law man told me to put the damn gat away
It ain't my fault these
Soup niggas get shocked
In rhymes they're Pac
But really Anne Hathaway
Hey, it's like that y'all
I got a TUS baseball bat
This is the batting cage
Engine engine number nine
On the Sac Town transit line
If my train falls off the track
Then I'll explode in the gas
As I'm striking a match
Boom boom goes the jammy from the waistline
While I roll an L in the studio
And we don't ever waste time
I chase my digit's, my rhymes are frigid
Exquisite and hoes they know I'm always
On some slick shit i'm wicked
Young and I'm black and I'm gifted
When I kick it
It straight leaves hoes dripping
I be like "Can I hit it?"
They say "Yes you can"
Oh, but niggas don't understand
I'm the motherfucking man peace to Japan
I ain't really mean to do that
Fuck shit up, they call me Hurricane Who Dat
Who dat there to try to challenge my crew?
That's stupid as fuck, but yo
You niggas knew that
I do that, everything else you niggas lose at
That attitude, all of that hate
Will get you bruised black
Move fast, be at one with your squad
Or you'll hear two claps and
Someone laid in the garage boom boom