Clayborne Family - You Gonna Get It lyrics
[Clayborne Family - You Gonna Get It lyrics]
I told y'all how we do it 'round heah
Cadillac'n, paperstackin mayne
Still steady tippin and pimpin mayne
You want that right here?
I'm the bomb I got the flow
Pack a show, pimp the hoe
Make the dough re-up and go
Trick too slow? Chicks run dough
What's yo' handle what's yo' call
Where's the 'dro I'll smoke it all
Tell yo' name, state yo' game
I want the chips you have the fame
Nigga backbite, game ain't right
I'm dy no-mite too out of sight
Hard to reach, arms can't touch
Run your jewels, rings and watch
You thug you jacked 'em murder contractor
Shut up dude! You're an actor
Lookin slick, when I come
You slum you dumb get some and gun
We got that 'dro on the block
You come and get it
You want that blow and that rock
You come and get it
We keep the heat on the block
You gon' get it for plenty bitches - woo -
We diggin ditches - woo!
Yeah look, look look
I can bring you down, look
Killers in the game, never need the fame
Come wreck shop, put two in your brain
Blow sets up, go sex it up
Come see the kid, UHH, never did a bid
(let's go)
Never got caught, never came short (yeah)
Never got shot, don't talk a lot
Just watch me, I tote the heat (yeah)
Light the weed up
Purple haze kush the scene up
Nighttime we eat the streets up
Get set, get ready i spit, come crazy
20 Chevys, payload real heavy you lazy
Don't hate me
I'll beat it in the great lane
Take the intestines out your ?
Who's standin on top of the mountain
On top of yo' great dane
It's all love, grab a beer
Life is great mane
John came through yesterday
He was no Fefferday?
Now Thanksgiving is over
I cut the grass a little bit
Above beyond the perfect task
Strings around yo' ass
Michael Myers, brother knew lots, saavy
We golden lover, a hundred fifty-five pounds
The Golden Glover
With Bob ? in Madison Square
Can I get in where I fit in
You don't mind I'm not invited
Mr polystein, can I have a piece of yo' bread
Can I barge and piss on top of who's large
Your cholesterol, your high blood pressure
Now how Lucy used too much
Cream in the coffee
The doctor said y'all feedin the
Family too much marger-ine
Uncle Fedley screamin out
The? workin the boy too hard
Birds flyin by my rockin chair
You can sit here grandma
I'ma rake them leaves
I'ma piss right here in the garden
Now Bo? said he's losin his hair
I don't got the mange now he's actin strange
Cadillac'n, paperstackin mayne
Still steady tippin and pimpin mayne
You want that right here?
I'm the bomb I got the flow
Pack a show, pimp the hoe
Make the dough re-up and go
Trick too slow? Chicks run dough
What's yo' handle what's yo' call
Where's the 'dro I'll smoke it all
Tell yo' name, state yo' game
I want the chips you have the fame
Nigga backbite, game ain't right
I'm dy no-mite too out of sight
Hard to reach, arms can't touch
Run your jewels, rings and watch
You thug you jacked 'em murder contractor
Shut up dude! You're an actor
Lookin slick, when I come
You slum you dumb get some and gun
We got that 'dro on the block
You come and get it
You want that blow and that rock
You come and get it
We keep the heat on the block
You gon' get it for plenty bitches - woo -
We diggin ditches - woo!
Yeah look, look look
I can bring you down, look
Killers in the game, never need the fame
Come wreck shop, put two in your brain
Blow sets up, go sex it up
Come see the kid, UHH, never did a bid
(let's go)
Never got caught, never came short (yeah)
Never got shot, don't talk a lot
Just watch me, I tote the heat (yeah)
Light the weed up
Purple haze kush the scene up
Nighttime we eat the streets up
Get set, get ready i spit, come crazy
20 Chevys, payload real heavy you lazy
Don't hate me
I'll beat it in the great lane
Take the intestines out your ?
Who's standin on top of the mountain
On top of yo' great dane
It's all love, grab a beer
Life is great mane
John came through yesterday
He was no Fefferday?
Now Thanksgiving is over
I cut the grass a little bit
Above beyond the perfect task
Strings around yo' ass
Michael Myers, brother knew lots, saavy
We golden lover, a hundred fifty-five pounds
The Golden Glover
With Bob ? in Madison Square
Can I get in where I fit in
You don't mind I'm not invited
Mr polystein, can I have a piece of yo' bread
Can I barge and piss on top of who's large
Your cholesterol, your high blood pressure
Now how Lucy used too much
Cream in the coffee
The doctor said y'all feedin the
Family too much marger-ine
Uncle Fedley screamin out
The? workin the boy too hard
Birds flyin by my rockin chair
You can sit here grandma
I'ma rake them leaves
I'ma piss right here in the garden
Now Bo? said he's losin his hair
I don't got the mange now he's actin strange