DJ Kay Slay, 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 fuck that bitch, her stankin ass
Hey Em where yo' momma at? (Ohhhh ohhhhh) 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 sew
That shit you oughta know
I keep it on the flo' under the
Seat - I ain't a ho!
You know it's been a while
But we feelin it now
(The rough sound muh'fucker
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 bitch with a cell
Phone then turn it on
"You fittin to die holmes!" explosion
Got a chrome that be fuckin
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
(AHH) gun clicks
(Hang a nigga) I'm ill enough to
Fall in the middle of moshpit's
Survive and I'm gettin up high
Without a flaw bitch!
You know it's been a while
But we feelin it now
(The rough sound muh'fucker
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-fuck your brain
Fool fuck 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 (WHAT)
You wanna take what my 40-cal
Since you bitch made
Spittin the right game so yo'
Ass can get laid
The fuck down, I don't give a fuck 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'mma 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
(hahaha)
When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work
That's why my mouth smell like
Hot dogs and yellow Persh (eww)
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'fucker
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 (whattup Loc?)
I stay sparkin, bitch 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
Pissin on your toilet seat
Nigga now you know it's me, I got a 44 wit me
Bitches all over me, +Sayin Yes+ like Floetry
Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me
It ain't no ho 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 fuckin school again

You know it's been a while
But we feelin it now
(The rough sound muh'fucker
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 kaySlay hahahaha