Cloak N Dagga - Don't Hurt Nobody lyrics
[Cloak N Dagga - Don't Hurt Nobody lyrics]
Put up your fists, roll the dice like this
We came to party
We don't wanna have to hurt nobody-body
My clique is sick, real soldiers dog
HTR hold me down, I'ma ride for y'all
Your boy PXO got a twisted flow
Son I'm sicker than them whiteboys
On the Jackass show
Y'all been hatin on my flow since
I came to the do' hip-Hop been waitin on me
That's why the game didn't grow
Head Trauma, we psycho man
Every nigga in my clique sick with his hands
You don't wanna start no shit with my clan
I'll body bag you UP, that's whassup
I'm from Marcy nigga, never forget that
I'ma flamethrower, if Jigga is the Hova
Then fuck it I'm Noah
Run for cover the liquid flower
Red Rover, Red Rover
Send your best rapper over
We came to party
We don't wanna have to hurt nobody-body
My clique is sick, real soldiers dog
HTR hold me down, I'ma ride for y'all
Your boy PXO got a twisted flow
I had to say it once slow
Just in case you slow
Last Dragon dog, I got the glow
Sho' nuff, I'ma make the crowd say ho
Got tricks like Morpheus, Neo
Make tricks octaves pitch fast or rap slow
Move your hips girl
Drop your ass to the flo'
I got purple and hydro
You got two hands to grow
I'ma hit the bar up
Put some Henny in your cup
With the Hypno, girl you incredible, sexy
Two-way text me on the Blackberry
When you want me to come with
Whipped cream and a cherry
We came to party
We don't wanna have to hurt nobody-body
My clique is sick, real soldiers dog
HTR hold me down, I'ma ride for y'all
I barely pulled the pants off my ass
Nobody shit that fast
It's nice of me to shit back with class
I dumped on dog leg, now they all dead
Autopsy report read they ate warm lead
Beef jerky and cornbread with warm veg'
I touched Jesus forehead
The fetus was born dead
Slept with chains on
Rapped through jail bars
Fuck mail call, I'm a runaway rail car
Fail with flying colors
Prevail with dying numbers
Swerve like a motherfucker when
I drive the Hummer
The Commander-in-Chief came over
For the weekend told him not to bring
Those Boca Raton rejects
He asked me if I spoke to Professor Bries yet
Negative, handed him the keys and the address
Nobody ever met with Bries in the flesh
But we ain't got much time
The world is at risk
The bipolar rhyme promoter, ill shit
Bill fished in Key Largo
Four times this summer head Trauma patient
My brain popped out of placement
I awaken, after sleep deprivation
We came to party
We don't wanna have to hurt nobody-body
My clique is sick, real soldiers dog
HTR hold me down, I'ma ride for y'all
Put up your fists, roll the dice like this
We came to party
We don't wanna have to hurt nobody-body
My clique is sick, real soldiers dog
HTR hold me down, I'ma ride for y'all
Your boy PXO got a twisted flow
Son I'm sicker than them whiteboys
On the Jackass show
Y'all been hatin on my flow since
I came to the do' hip-Hop been waitin on me
That's why the game didn't grow
Head Trauma, we psycho man
Every nigga in my clique sick with his hands
You don't wanna start no shit with my clan
I'll body bag you UP, that's whassup
I'm from Marcy nigga, never forget that
I'ma flamethrower, if Jigga is the Hova
Then fuck it I'm Noah
Run for cover the liquid flower
Red Rover, Red Rover
Send your best rapper over
We came to party
We don't wanna have to hurt nobody-body
My clique is sick, real soldiers dog
HTR hold me down, I'ma ride for y'all
Your boy PXO got a twisted flow
I had to say it once slow
Just in case you slow
Last Dragon dog, I got the glow
Sho' nuff, I'ma make the crowd say ho
Got tricks like Morpheus, Neo
Make tricks octaves pitch fast or rap slow
Move your hips girl
Drop your ass to the flo'
I got purple and hydro
You got two hands to grow
I'ma hit the bar up
Put some Henny in your cup
With the Hypno, girl you incredible, sexy
Two-way text me on the Blackberry
When you want me to come with
Whipped cream and a cherry
We came to party
We don't wanna have to hurt nobody-body
My clique is sick, real soldiers dog
HTR hold me down, I'ma ride for y'all
I barely pulled the pants off my ass
Nobody shit that fast
It's nice of me to shit back with class
I dumped on dog leg, now they all dead
Autopsy report read they ate warm lead
Beef jerky and cornbread with warm veg'
I touched Jesus forehead
The fetus was born dead
Slept with chains on
Rapped through jail bars
Fuck mail call, I'm a runaway rail car
Fail with flying colors
Prevail with dying numbers
Swerve like a motherfucker when
I drive the Hummer
The Commander-in-Chief came over
For the weekend told him not to bring
Those Boca Raton rejects
He asked me if I spoke to Professor Bries yet
Negative, handed him the keys and the address
Nobody ever met with Bries in the flesh
But we ain't got much time
The world is at risk
The bipolar rhyme promoter, ill shit
Bill fished in Key Largo
Four times this summer head Trauma patient
My brain popped out of placement
I awaken, after sleep deprivation
We came to party
We don't wanna have to hurt nobody-body
My clique is sick, real soldiers dog
HTR hold me down, I'ma ride for y'all
Put up your fists, roll the dice like this