Sean Price - The Huckabuck lyrics
[Sean Price - The Huckabuck lyrics]
"This is not a competition it's a
Cooperation stupid ass house nigga
I can't see you though bitch, you see me
The devil is a motherfuckin liar
Cause you know I ain't worried, beeotch
You don't like it? Kiss my ass you
Don't like it it's my house"
Ayo, listen, ayo
Gather 'round motherfuckers and
Stop the bullshittin'
'Fore I go gun-ho, fo'-fo'n and fo'-fifthin
Don't make a difference to
Sean grippin the cronz
Guns up, thumbs up, motherfucker the Fonz
Sean's, throw the 3 like Abdul Jabbar
You too old to be rappin, how true you are
Throw your punk ass in front of a moving car
Sticks and stones break bones
Words don't hurt me pa listen!
Jack and Jill went, up The Hill
They got, to' back by Fizzy Womack and Bill
Amazing grace, eat the food off your plate
Wash it down with some milk bitch
You know how I'm built
Sean Price is the negro, Lou Ferrigno
Incredible flow, bitch I'm lettin you know
I'm the Boot Camp general, the veteran spoke
Remember the Alamo flow, goin for broke p!
"I come in the name of Jesus by
The power of the Holy Spirit
Don't matter how you got with me
If you, if you down
Doin what I'm talkin 'bout doin
Lord needs to get this book open
Turn your diseased waters
And give to the poor
You're fatherless as a widow
Get up outta the penitentiary
And you down with that?
You ain't down with that?
Then shut yo' God damn ass up!"
It go, as I combine all the shells from my 9
Run up, gun up, gat is crackin your spine
Powerful impact, BOOM from the cannon
A new sheriff in town
Clown I'm Reggie Hammond
I'm tryin to Get Rich or Die Tryin
You die tryin to get rich that's
Where the 9 lined him
'Burbs say with my wordplay I'm
Out of my mind
I'm at the herb gate and these niggas ain't
Sellin no dimes
Get, deep in your face Illuminati your grill
Body somebody, and jump in my Ducati and peel
I'm not like these other rappers
Flashin the pants dance steps, fuck a rapper
Ruck is after the gold
And after that the platinum beef after that
Hurricane Starang pack the gat son p!
Motherfucker, son of a bitch
Cooperation stupid ass house nigga
I can't see you though bitch, you see me
The devil is a motherfuckin liar
Cause you know I ain't worried, beeotch
You don't like it? Kiss my ass you
Don't like it it's my house"
Ayo, listen, ayo
Gather 'round motherfuckers and
Stop the bullshittin'
'Fore I go gun-ho, fo'-fo'n and fo'-fifthin
Don't make a difference to
Sean grippin the cronz
Guns up, thumbs up, motherfucker the Fonz
Sean's, throw the 3 like Abdul Jabbar
You too old to be rappin, how true you are
Throw your punk ass in front of a moving car
Sticks and stones break bones
Words don't hurt me pa listen!
Jack and Jill went, up The Hill
They got, to' back by Fizzy Womack and Bill
Amazing grace, eat the food off your plate
Wash it down with some milk bitch
You know how I'm built
Sean Price is the negro, Lou Ferrigno
Incredible flow, bitch I'm lettin you know
I'm the Boot Camp general, the veteran spoke
Remember the Alamo flow, goin for broke p!
"I come in the name of Jesus by
The power of the Holy Spirit
Don't matter how you got with me
If you, if you down
Doin what I'm talkin 'bout doin
Lord needs to get this book open
Turn your diseased waters
And give to the poor
You're fatherless as a widow
Get up outta the penitentiary
And you down with that?
You ain't down with that?
Then shut yo' God damn ass up!"
It go, as I combine all the shells from my 9
Run up, gun up, gat is crackin your spine
Powerful impact, BOOM from the cannon
A new sheriff in town
Clown I'm Reggie Hammond
I'm tryin to Get Rich or Die Tryin
You die tryin to get rich that's
Where the 9 lined him
'Burbs say with my wordplay I'm
Out of my mind
I'm at the herb gate and these niggas ain't
Sellin no dimes
Get, deep in your face Illuminati your grill
Body somebody, and jump in my Ducati and peel
I'm not like these other rappers
Flashin the pants dance steps, fuck a rapper
Ruck is after the gold
And after that the platinum beef after that
Hurricane Starang pack the gat son p!
Motherfucker, son of a bitch