CunninLynguists, Deacon The Villain, Mr. SOS , Natti - Pump It Up Freestyle lyrics
CunninLynguists [Deacon the Villain, Kno, Natti] Lexington, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[CunninLynguists, Deacon The Villain, Mr. SOS , Natti - Pump It Up Freestyle lyrics]
Ayo fuck that ayo Deacon take
This blunt I'm 'bout to
I'm 'bout to spaz out on
These motherfuckers sloppy Seconds
Yo where we gonna go in 2004?
Even though I set you free in 2003
Fuck around I'll make you pee
In your boxers and jeans
When I reach in my backpack
For a revolver machine
Yeah I said I got a backpack
And inside of it is a fat
Sack and a black gat
You wack rapping bullshit bitches oh my God!
Who would've thought a backpacker
Could pull your card?
And screw your broad on top of 2X4's
Earth, I'm 'bout to take over you by force
I'm taking aerial flight
Making motherfuckers bury they mic
Killing all stereo types
My name is SOS and yes
I'm one of nicest alive
Busting nuts right in your eye
To show you where I cum from
Like when Phife was in Tribe
Had to bring it back cause that's the
Shit I like when I'm high
If you hate on me it's only
Cause I'm nice and you Dry
Like Canada, you amateurs let writers supply
You with the raps you speaking
But my task is easy i'ma make it cool to use
The term "Wack MC" again
Rap like me and then I crack your teeth and
Then you'll think twice before biting the
Crack in the street again
You got jokes but you the wackest comedian
And ain't nobody laughing cause I'm
Jacking your beat again
But relax with the beef my friend
I ain't dissing nobody
I'm just amping the media
I'm in your girl's car scratching your CD up
With the back of my keys
While she practices eating up my dick
And when she asks me to be with her
I'ma tell her to stop talking
Grab the receiver and
Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump me up
Yo are you ready for the j-j-j-j-jump off?
Catch you slipping some of my
Peoples and they cut off
Cause we trying to do it
Like Donald Trump and floss
Y'all are fucking rodents like
Sherman Klump's boss
Lil' hamster ass nigga be chilling
In the whirl pool
The girl handling more nuts
Than squirrel food
Dude I'm pimping I oughta get some curls
Got the new sounds and we bout
To hit the world soon boom is the blue
Gone off from green leaves
These Florida trees got we
Feeling the sea breeze
When I'm high, love dimes settle for nines
When I'm drunk I'll settle for
Three threes at one time
So I put the bottle down
Picked up a sack player
Roll a big fat flamer, peep the track slayer
Possessed in battles, you better attach
I Southernplayalisticaddilac flavor
Not with Jack Hannah but dogs
Cats and gators they in the fact hate us
Coming for back breakers
Keep hearing niggas talking 'bout
They coming with straps coming with clips
Slowly just seem to keep coming they
Dick suckers with Lewinski hips
Not available for hire cause
They strictly tips
Young astrologists niggas, taking up space
Easy Back Oven, niggas bragging 'bout cakes
Reaching for tag of the back
Of they jean waist bluffing to save face
Did nothing and gave chase
I'ma go find him the pastor to save Ma$e
Bless him with the truth
Undress him for the youth
Stop him from spitting like he
Got weapons in the booth
War of the Worlds rep, gotta be a spoof
Next thing you spit nigga
Oughta be your tooth
Pulling your X-File bitch
Gotta see the truth
Golden Glove love from cats with no paws
Knowing they declawed
Betting a few ways, kicking the
Why I need heart I can just keep y'alls
Coward ass nigga
This blunt I'm 'bout to
I'm 'bout to spaz out on
These motherfuckers sloppy Seconds
Yo where we gonna go in 2004?
Even though I set you free in 2003
Fuck around I'll make you pee
In your boxers and jeans
When I reach in my backpack
For a revolver machine
Yeah I said I got a backpack
And inside of it is a fat
Sack and a black gat
You wack rapping bullshit bitches oh my God!
Who would've thought a backpacker
Could pull your card?
And screw your broad on top of 2X4's
Earth, I'm 'bout to take over you by force
I'm taking aerial flight
Making motherfuckers bury they mic
Killing all stereo types
My name is SOS and yes
I'm one of nicest alive
Busting nuts right in your eye
To show you where I cum from
Like when Phife was in Tribe
Had to bring it back cause that's the
Shit I like when I'm high
If you hate on me it's only
Cause I'm nice and you Dry
Like Canada, you amateurs let writers supply
You with the raps you speaking
But my task is easy i'ma make it cool to use
The term "Wack MC" again
Rap like me and then I crack your teeth and
Then you'll think twice before biting the
Crack in the street again
You got jokes but you the wackest comedian
And ain't nobody laughing cause I'm
Jacking your beat again
But relax with the beef my friend
I ain't dissing nobody
I'm just amping the media
I'm in your girl's car scratching your CD up
With the back of my keys
While she practices eating up my dick
And when she asks me to be with her
I'ma tell her to stop talking
Grab the receiver and
Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump me up
Yo are you ready for the j-j-j-j-jump off?
Catch you slipping some of my
Peoples and they cut off
Cause we trying to do it
Like Donald Trump and floss
Y'all are fucking rodents like
Sherman Klump's boss
Lil' hamster ass nigga be chilling
In the whirl pool
The girl handling more nuts
Than squirrel food
Dude I'm pimping I oughta get some curls
Got the new sounds and we bout
To hit the world soon boom is the blue
Gone off from green leaves
These Florida trees got we
Feeling the sea breeze
When I'm high, love dimes settle for nines
When I'm drunk I'll settle for
Three threes at one time
So I put the bottle down
Picked up a sack player
Roll a big fat flamer, peep the track slayer
Possessed in battles, you better attach
I Southernplayalisticaddilac flavor
Not with Jack Hannah but dogs
Cats and gators they in the fact hate us
Coming for back breakers
Keep hearing niggas talking 'bout
They coming with straps coming with clips
Slowly just seem to keep coming they
Dick suckers with Lewinski hips
Not available for hire cause
They strictly tips
Young astrologists niggas, taking up space
Easy Back Oven, niggas bragging 'bout cakes
Reaching for tag of the back
Of they jean waist bluffing to save face
Did nothing and gave chase
I'ma go find him the pastor to save Ma$e
Bless him with the truth
Undress him for the youth
Stop him from spitting like he
Got weapons in the booth
War of the Worlds rep, gotta be a spoof
Next thing you spit nigga
Oughta be your tooth
Pulling your X-File bitch
Gotta see the truth
Golden Glove love from cats with no paws
Knowing they declawed
Betting a few ways, kicking the
Why I need heart I can just keep y'alls
Coward ass nigga