S.L.A.B., Warren G, Rick D - I'm a Asshole FAKE lyrics
[S.L.A.B., Warren G, Rick D - I'm a Asshole FAKE lyrics]
Hey what's crackin baby
It's the mothafuckin Rick D
The asshole spokesmen
We goin out and gettin it and bringin it back
We gon knock a mothafuckin trunk off baby
This a ghetto classic it's goin down
2005 forever, it's always baby watch this
I come around the corner like Jordan in '87
Bending on 23 inches and holdin
For all my felons
Me and lil'bro the heat of the West
I got these niggas off the chain cause
I'm the truth of the West
With a black on black in the back
Of the pack the gun stay scoped
24 plus strapped cause these niggas
Know how it go
You see this year I got the music that'll
Go get these niggas fired and wired up
Whoopin niggas for days if they
Ain't chunkin that sign up
Have these niggas on Anthem bout to
Start 'em a riot up
Loading and bustin somethin that'll be
Fuckin ya hide up
My drop be dyed up the same color as Hoovers
With a group or a couple of cars
Behind me we guerilla's packin rugers
I know these bitches wanna stop us
But I fly right past 'em with the left drop
And the right cock jammin
That SLAB The Anthem
Nigga waiting so I'm a grant 'em
- it's Z-Ro and the fam
This year we assholes bitch and we
Can click on the random
I'm a asshole - I'm a mothafuckin asshole
Bitch I'm a mothafuckin asshole
I'm a mothafuckin asshole
Who the fuck is Joe Boy
Alley Cat? bitch where ya mama at
You better fall back before she
End up in all black
I'm never caught slippin, wood grain grippin
Still Hoover crippin finna leave
Ya whip flippin
I'm scootin up the block with
My locs and twin gats
Some of my doggs brave and
I promise they bring hats
It's Jay'Ton bitch and I'm exposin all rats
Running with 12 pounds
Hit the hood and I bounce back
Now show me where ya heart at cuz
Cause I'll put it in the drama
Where it start at cuz
Niggas ain't even impressed so
I'm checkin 'em off
Now pick that bitch up off the ground and
Kiss the dust in her mouth cause
I'm a asshole
I'm so gangsta flippin in my suicide chrome
It's Doug T from ABN packin on chrome
I done waitin my time I'm
Sittin back on the scene
Got everybody wonderin what all
That red means
Stop hatin me bitch not from Sunny
Side but I'll check a hoe
With a cocked 4 - 4 in a four door
I ain't trippin cause what I
Got waitin in the back
Will graze the back of any
Nigga that's a Silvaback
You wanna know why we lean so much
Cause gray screw tapes, and red cars
And that purple stuff
And I been known to send shots your way
We gon rep the south west and
Hold it down for gray
Boss in a regal that's black
I got blood in the back
About to pump the right side of that
Lumina so let it crack cuz
Cuz what it? what it was? fuck the fuss
In the slugs send that nigga in the dust cuz
I'm from the H mayne -
Killers hoppin gates mayne
Bossin on niggas got us where
We standin today mayne
When my fingers split that
Thumb you better run
I got thirteen TTP's, PPL's for guns
Niggas head huntin we takin souls
From niggas set frontin
First time we said we wanted war
While ya'll niggas ain't said nothin
HGC gon start buckin fuckin with my cousin
I'm a click clack and cuttin
Nigga crisis come I'm dumpin
I'm a asshole - I'm a mothafuckin asshole
Bitch I'm a mothafuckin asshole
I'm a mothafuckin asshole
I'm a asshole - I'm a mothafuckin asshole
Bitch I'm a mothafuckin asshole
I'm a mothafuckin asshole
It's the mothafuckin Rick D
The asshole spokesmen
We goin out and gettin it and bringin it back
We gon knock a mothafuckin trunk off baby
This a ghetto classic it's goin down
2005 forever, it's always baby watch this
I come around the corner like Jordan in '87
Bending on 23 inches and holdin
For all my felons
Me and lil'bro the heat of the West
I got these niggas off the chain cause
I'm the truth of the West
With a black on black in the back
Of the pack the gun stay scoped
24 plus strapped cause these niggas
Know how it go
You see this year I got the music that'll
Go get these niggas fired and wired up
Whoopin niggas for days if they
Ain't chunkin that sign up
Have these niggas on Anthem bout to
Start 'em a riot up
Loading and bustin somethin that'll be
Fuckin ya hide up
My drop be dyed up the same color as Hoovers
With a group or a couple of cars
Behind me we guerilla's packin rugers
I know these bitches wanna stop us
But I fly right past 'em with the left drop
And the right cock jammin
That SLAB The Anthem
Nigga waiting so I'm a grant 'em
- it's Z-Ro and the fam
This year we assholes bitch and we
Can click on the random
I'm a asshole - I'm a mothafuckin asshole
Bitch I'm a mothafuckin asshole
I'm a mothafuckin asshole
Who the fuck is Joe Boy
Alley Cat? bitch where ya mama at
You better fall back before she
End up in all black
I'm never caught slippin, wood grain grippin
Still Hoover crippin finna leave
Ya whip flippin
I'm scootin up the block with
My locs and twin gats
Some of my doggs brave and
I promise they bring hats
It's Jay'Ton bitch and I'm exposin all rats
Running with 12 pounds
Hit the hood and I bounce back
Now show me where ya heart at cuz
Cause I'll put it in the drama
Where it start at cuz
Niggas ain't even impressed so
I'm checkin 'em off
Now pick that bitch up off the ground and
Kiss the dust in her mouth cause
I'm a asshole
I'm so gangsta flippin in my suicide chrome
It's Doug T from ABN packin on chrome
I done waitin my time I'm
Sittin back on the scene
Got everybody wonderin what all
That red means
Stop hatin me bitch not from Sunny
Side but I'll check a hoe
With a cocked 4 - 4 in a four door
I ain't trippin cause what I
Got waitin in the back
Will graze the back of any
Nigga that's a Silvaback
You wanna know why we lean so much
Cause gray screw tapes, and red cars
And that purple stuff
And I been known to send shots your way
We gon rep the south west and
Hold it down for gray
Boss in a regal that's black
I got blood in the back
About to pump the right side of that
Lumina so let it crack cuz
Cuz what it? what it was? fuck the fuss
In the slugs send that nigga in the dust cuz
I'm from the H mayne -
Killers hoppin gates mayne
Bossin on niggas got us where
We standin today mayne
When my fingers split that
Thumb you better run
I got thirteen TTP's, PPL's for guns
Niggas head huntin we takin souls
From niggas set frontin
First time we said we wanted war
While ya'll niggas ain't said nothin
HGC gon start buckin fuckin with my cousin
I'm a click clack and cuttin
Nigga crisis come I'm dumpin
I'm a asshole - I'm a mothafuckin asshole
Bitch I'm a mothafuckin asshole
I'm a mothafuckin asshole
I'm a asshole - I'm a mothafuckin asshole
Bitch I'm a mothafuckin asshole
I'm a mothafuckin asshole