ILL BILL, Big Left - La Coka Starsky & Hutch lyrics
[ILL BILL, Big Left - La Coka Starsky & Hutch lyrics]
Yo What Up? It's the original Devil Dog
Big Left of La Coka Nostra
Yo Big Left this is Uncle
Howie go fuck yourself, motherfucker!
Ill Bill be the personification of
Modern day violence and hatred
A combination of science and nature
Designed to degrade you
And make you into something capable
Of surviving the Holocaust
Machinery, bitches
And weed be our power source
Blue and red rags, green money bags
Black bitches with pink pussies
Colorful things, the hunger of kings
It inspires all in the kingdom
Y’all even murdered over oil wells and
Selling cracks in the wrong building
This is gangster music
Goons and gangbangers with Uzis
Pimpin’, Penthouse pussy programmin'
Their coochies catch me in the back of
The tour bus damaging groupies
Rock bitches only rap music they
Bang at The Fugees
I be deadly like coke and speed
Heavily smoking weed
Uncle Howie screaming, "Rest in peace, ODB"
We south paw, hit you hard with hammers
Big Left, Ill rock records
Let’s bomb these faggots!
Ill Bill, Big Left
We supposed to be ferocious, real shit
Ill Bill, Big Left
Too much flavor I'm major, Bill
Give me a bomb-ass chick and i"ll
Fuckin' dig out her organs
Big Left and Ill Bill and
I ain’t talking about Baldwin
The Bronx and Canarsie, Starsky and Hutch
Quick to ride on you fucks
Without touching the clutch
Listen, I’ll run a train on
A bitch with no intermission
My intuition tells me I
Need me some intervention
Fuck that shit, I’ll drink till my liver pops
Smoke a stog
Drunk driving hoping I end up on Cops
An Italian Charles Bronson
Slick with a death wish
Forty-four death kiss
Like fuck it just let the lead spit
A bad motherfucker, white motherfucker
Quick to fight motherfuckers, take your life
Motherfucker!
Live on the block where the pistols
Pop and the missiles drop
Corner store slinging weed out in crops
Got the lead out the box
Sticking chickens like cops
Collaborate Uncle Howie, ‘05 at the top
Yo, Big Left this is Uncle Howie and Ill
Bill and we’re here to get high
Man let’s do this
Big Left of La Coka Nostra
Yo Big Left this is Uncle
Howie go fuck yourself, motherfucker!
Ill Bill be the personification of
Modern day violence and hatred
A combination of science and nature
Designed to degrade you
And make you into something capable
Of surviving the Holocaust
Machinery, bitches
And weed be our power source
Blue and red rags, green money bags
Black bitches with pink pussies
Colorful things, the hunger of kings
It inspires all in the kingdom
Y’all even murdered over oil wells and
Selling cracks in the wrong building
This is gangster music
Goons and gangbangers with Uzis
Pimpin’, Penthouse pussy programmin'
Their coochies catch me in the back of
The tour bus damaging groupies
Rock bitches only rap music they
Bang at The Fugees
I be deadly like coke and speed
Heavily smoking weed
Uncle Howie screaming, "Rest in peace, ODB"
We south paw, hit you hard with hammers
Big Left, Ill rock records
Let’s bomb these faggots!
Ill Bill, Big Left
We supposed to be ferocious, real shit
Ill Bill, Big Left
Too much flavor I'm major, Bill
Give me a bomb-ass chick and i"ll
Fuckin' dig out her organs
Big Left and Ill Bill and
I ain’t talking about Baldwin
The Bronx and Canarsie, Starsky and Hutch
Quick to ride on you fucks
Without touching the clutch
Listen, I’ll run a train on
A bitch with no intermission
My intuition tells me I
Need me some intervention
Fuck that shit, I’ll drink till my liver pops
Smoke a stog
Drunk driving hoping I end up on Cops
An Italian Charles Bronson
Slick with a death wish
Forty-four death kiss
Like fuck it just let the lead spit
A bad motherfucker, white motherfucker
Quick to fight motherfuckers, take your life
Motherfucker!
Live on the block where the pistols
Pop and the missiles drop
Corner store slinging weed out in crops
Got the lead out the box
Sticking chickens like cops
Collaborate Uncle Howie, ‘05 at the top
Yo, Big Left this is Uncle Howie and Ill
Bill and we’re here to get high
Man let’s do this