Heltah Skeltah, Doc Holiday, Hardcore, The Representativz, Starang Wondah - Call of the Wild lyrics
[Heltah Skeltah, Doc Holiday, Hardcore, The Representativz, Starang Wondah - Call of the Wild lyrics]
Ohh eh ohh (M) ohhhh oh (F)
Ohh eh ohh (C) ohhhh oh ohh eh ohh
(Ma ma ma ma magnum Force) ohhhh oh
Ohh eh ohh (for LIFE) ohhhh oh
Alright it's
Time to show these niggas who's the nicest
Lyrics incisive
I grip the mic like a vice grip
Cooler than ice
What? CREAM flows is priceless
Angels of death
Nigga watch yo' step cause you might slip
I, stay with the hype shit but that's just me
The Elohim
Motherfucker I rip this shit for free
Stick and flee so my stee'
Can remain low key, supreme
Steam through your team
Yeah y'all fools know me i'm triple R rated
I push these herbs to the pavement
To put it in terms for laymen
This nigga ain't playin'
I'm sayin, I blow up spots with no delayin'
I slay men then I'm parlayin'
For all y'all niggas poppin' shit watch
Your step fuck the talkin'
Little Rock on the motherfuckin'
Scene get to walkin'
Guns is steady barkin', at them cats who lack
Actin like my mac won't spit
Holes through your Ac' or your Lex Land'
You sets man far from lethal
This Representative will rip ass
Like Desert Eagles fuck a sequel
Angel of death peep how I greet you
Leave you for dead and let
The savage niggas eat you
Yo boy don't never
Test MFC this ain't no classroom
I blast whomever you better get
Or catch an ass wound
I'm pissed like a bathroom
Come test the center, what?
I fuck your whole starting five
And your bench up, yo
Fuck what you been through and
The troubles on your mental
Test Maldu and you'll get
Sent through a window
Cut up like Ginsus, or Technic 1200's
Bitch niggas scared
I hear the bubbles in your stomach
Waitin' for your bowels to move
'cause you doo doo
Bent up like you OD'd off Ex-Lax and Yoo hoo
I blew through two crews
Talkin' they garbage
Claimin' they funky? Maybe true
'cause you don't wash
Ohh eh ohh's repeat in
Background while Starang talks
MFC! Starang Wondah no relation to Stevie
Word is Bon Jovi up in here
Heltah Skeltah, doin' it like this
Hardcore, what's the deal word up
Hardcore, far more than the average
Niggas tried to bust but
They gats get embarrassed
Sayin' that I'm small and
Belong in a carriage
(Sayin' what somebody else said)
What is niggas, parrots?
Word up, my MFC niggas won't have it
Ya hate me? 'Cause, I roll with dots
Smokin' spliffs under the AC
Niggas be fakin'
Pullin' they guns out they holsters
Keep my shit right by my
Dick like I'm supposed to new Starang
I been this way ever since Eshkoshkah
Since my niggas chillin' on the
Roof on the poster
Wanna see me, only way you do that is on TV
(It's Hardcore) Starang Wondah no
Relation to Stevie
Aiyyo I'm Tall Sean, I got rid of the afro
That shit played out like leather
Jackets with them tassels
Plus I splash those assholes who
Don't know no better
Personal vendetta on this great
Hunt for cheddar don't never
Let me catch you actin stupid I'll clap you
Slap you silly until he
Realize who's wrathful
Hate to make you an example
Duke but I have to
Represent for my click leave that
Bitch stiff like a statue
Caught between the Rock and the Ruck
It seems you trapped Duke
Fuckin' with them dirty ass niggas
Go take a bath Duke
Half-dead, wonderin' how the fuck
Did Ruck trap you my man Hak tu, got two
Informants to trap you
Doc Holiday, OK corral, my click be wild
Like the Muslims gettin' ass in the pit
That shit be foul
If your shorty strut her ass past me
I got to growl
Watch your mouth, loose lips sink ships
And let go blow
It's Doc, alone with my Glock
Nice to meet ya
If there's doubts, the cleaner blows out
Then I'mma see ya
I be a virus up in your ass like gonorrhea
Explain the pain I see on your face
Or face the fears chick here
These groupies from somethin' be on my bumper
If shorty cock her ass in the air
Then I gotta hump her
Love her, my hunger takes toll I must config
God crack your Arm Leg a Leg a Arm
And your Head motherfucker
For real, this is beautiful word is bond
Heltah Skeltah
Can we get it? Can we get it?
Ohh eh ohh, ohhhh oh
BCC, MFC, Triple R fab 5 all that shit bwoy
Horseman, boss men, word is bond
Drag you off men we ain't bullshittin', huh
My little nigga Hardcore in the house
Nigga like four foot two
Smack the shit out of you and your crew
The fuck you wanna do?
Ohh eh ohh (C) ohhhh oh ohh eh ohh
(Ma ma ma ma magnum Force) ohhhh oh
Ohh eh ohh (for LIFE) ohhhh oh
Alright it's
Time to show these niggas who's the nicest
Lyrics incisive
I grip the mic like a vice grip
Cooler than ice
What? CREAM flows is priceless
Angels of death
Nigga watch yo' step cause you might slip
I, stay with the hype shit but that's just me
The Elohim
Motherfucker I rip this shit for free
Stick and flee so my stee'
Can remain low key, supreme
Steam through your team
Yeah y'all fools know me i'm triple R rated
I push these herbs to the pavement
To put it in terms for laymen
This nigga ain't playin'
I'm sayin, I blow up spots with no delayin'
I slay men then I'm parlayin'
For all y'all niggas poppin' shit watch
Your step fuck the talkin'
Little Rock on the motherfuckin'
Scene get to walkin'
Guns is steady barkin', at them cats who lack
Actin like my mac won't spit
Holes through your Ac' or your Lex Land'
You sets man far from lethal
This Representative will rip ass
Like Desert Eagles fuck a sequel
Angel of death peep how I greet you
Leave you for dead and let
The savage niggas eat you
Yo boy don't never
Test MFC this ain't no classroom
I blast whomever you better get
Or catch an ass wound
I'm pissed like a bathroom
Come test the center, what?
I fuck your whole starting five
And your bench up, yo
Fuck what you been through and
The troubles on your mental
Test Maldu and you'll get
Sent through a window
Cut up like Ginsus, or Technic 1200's
Bitch niggas scared
I hear the bubbles in your stomach
Waitin' for your bowels to move
'cause you doo doo
Bent up like you OD'd off Ex-Lax and Yoo hoo
I blew through two crews
Talkin' they garbage
Claimin' they funky? Maybe true
'cause you don't wash
Ohh eh ohh's repeat in
Background while Starang talks
MFC! Starang Wondah no relation to Stevie
Word is Bon Jovi up in here
Heltah Skeltah, doin' it like this
Hardcore, what's the deal word up
Hardcore, far more than the average
Niggas tried to bust but
They gats get embarrassed
Sayin' that I'm small and
Belong in a carriage
(Sayin' what somebody else said)
What is niggas, parrots?
Word up, my MFC niggas won't have it
Ya hate me? 'Cause, I roll with dots
Smokin' spliffs under the AC
Niggas be fakin'
Pullin' they guns out they holsters
Keep my shit right by my
Dick like I'm supposed to new Starang
I been this way ever since Eshkoshkah
Since my niggas chillin' on the
Roof on the poster
Wanna see me, only way you do that is on TV
(It's Hardcore) Starang Wondah no
Relation to Stevie
Aiyyo I'm Tall Sean, I got rid of the afro
That shit played out like leather
Jackets with them tassels
Plus I splash those assholes who
Don't know no better
Personal vendetta on this great
Hunt for cheddar don't never
Let me catch you actin stupid I'll clap you
Slap you silly until he
Realize who's wrathful
Hate to make you an example
Duke but I have to
Represent for my click leave that
Bitch stiff like a statue
Caught between the Rock and the Ruck
It seems you trapped Duke
Fuckin' with them dirty ass niggas
Go take a bath Duke
Half-dead, wonderin' how the fuck
Did Ruck trap you my man Hak tu, got two
Informants to trap you
Doc Holiday, OK corral, my click be wild
Like the Muslims gettin' ass in the pit
That shit be foul
If your shorty strut her ass past me
I got to growl
Watch your mouth, loose lips sink ships
And let go blow
It's Doc, alone with my Glock
Nice to meet ya
If there's doubts, the cleaner blows out
Then I'mma see ya
I be a virus up in your ass like gonorrhea
Explain the pain I see on your face
Or face the fears chick here
These groupies from somethin' be on my bumper
If shorty cock her ass in the air
Then I gotta hump her
Love her, my hunger takes toll I must config
God crack your Arm Leg a Leg a Arm
And your Head motherfucker
For real, this is beautiful word is bond
Heltah Skeltah
Can we get it? Can we get it?
Ohh eh ohh, ohhhh oh
BCC, MFC, Triple R fab 5 all that shit bwoy
Horseman, boss men, word is bond
Drag you off men we ain't bullshittin', huh
My little nigga Hardcore in the house
Nigga like four foot two
Smack the shit out of you and your crew
The fuck you wanna do?