D12 - Census Bureau lyrics

Yeah, we straight from the Census Bureau
Haha, Runyan Ave we lookin' for yo' momma
D 12, where yo' momma at?
Miko, where yo' momma at?
Young Zee, hey Dame, where yo' momma at?
I wanna fk that bch, her stankin' ass
Hey 'em where yo' momma at? Yo
You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga
I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga
See me and you are sorta
Like the same I guess
We both rock mics but yours is into our chest
You can't do nuttin' to me
Runyan Ave's unruly
And truly this ain't a movie
You get slapped with the tooly
So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy
I got the energy
To steal every car in this vicinity
You feelin' me? Take it back to when Das
EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
Piggity pow, nigga be out
You don't really want war
I'm chillin' at your door
This uzi will have you bloody
Windmill-ing on the floor
I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none
I lose a fight after school and
I came home and got one
You reap what you sow, that shit
You oughta know
I keep it on the flo' under the seat
I ain't a hoe you know it's been a while
But we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fker
Niggas killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
It's that same ol' shit, , niggas back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off
Goin' back to smokin' crack again
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona
Pass the Gin better duck 'cause they back
Bustin' gats again a basket case indeed
Stronger than a can of mace
Slap you in the face while
You patty-cakin' witcha seed
I'll be makin' all these niggas
Wanna take a beam
And put it right on my head
You don't be takin' heed
You probably idol the Feds
Havin' meetings to recite what I said
Liable to have you in a medical room
Walk in that bch with a cell
Phone then turn it on
Got a chrome that be fkin' up shit
Worse than I
You would swear that I'm a Gemini
I kill a guy for nothin', eye to eye
And I ain't gotta touch them niggas
Face soon as I say somethin'
Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick
When I leave a carcass
You would think you in Death Row's office
I'm I'll enough to fall in
The middle of moshpit's
Survive and I'm gettin' up high
Without a flaw bch
You know it's been a while
But we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fker
Niggas killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
It's that same ol' shit, , niggas back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off
Goin' back to smokin' crack again
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona
Pass the Gin better duck 'cause they back
Bustin' gats again i'm a dog on the mic
That'll brawl out with Christ
Get to cappin' at your captain
'til he fall outta life
I'm all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain
Put holes in your head
And finger-fk your brain
Fool fk this game, I'm poppin' at coach
Momma dropped me on my head and
Knew that somethin' was broke
I ain't feelin' nothin' you wrote
So I'm stompin' your throat
Show up at the hospital and
Start punchin' your folks
I'm a uzi with arms and legs
Duty calm your man
Before my tooly bomb his head
You wanna take what my 40-cal
Since you bch made
Spittin' the right game so yo'
Ass can get laid
The fk down, I don't give a fk now, whassup?
Talkin' 'bout "Clappin'", quit actin'
You barely bust nuts
Don't get it twisted at the gates
The name is Proof
And I'ma kill every man that came with you
Yeah, yeah, knock knock, guess who showed up?
44 mag and tear your whole door up
Pink shower cap and yellow drawers
My dick's so small, I can pee on my own balls
When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work
That's why my mouth smell like
Hot dogs and yellow Persh
So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone
I ain't home
I'm so wet gettin' stoned with Norah Jones
You know it's been a while
But we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fker
Niggas killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
It's that same ol' shit, , niggas back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off
Goin' back to smokin' crack again
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona
Pass the Gin better duck 'cause they back
Bustin' gats again yo, I chuck niggas daily
A six man crew that's born crazy
A triple OG like Tray Deee
I stay sparkin', bch I got a attitude
I step on your shoes and won't say pardon
Be cautious
Hidin' from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
Wild and disorderly
Psin' on your toilet seat
Nigga now you know it's me, I got a44 wit me
Bches all over me, sayin' yes like Floetry
Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me
It ain't no hoe in me dawg
I shoot out where your colons be
Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller
Rob niggas 'til my pockets
Look greener than Yoda
And you know that I'm the shady type
The crazy type
That's probably why promoters never
Pay me right we a bunch of hooligans
My hands is on the tool again
I'm 'bout to bust a Huey and
Spray up a fkin' school again
You know it's been a while
But we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fker
Niggas killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
It's that same ol' shit, , niggas back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off
Goin' back to smokin' crack again
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona
Pass the Gin better duck 'cause they back
Bustin' gats again yeah, D 12
Devil's Night, part two the drama continues
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