Slum Village - Set It lyrics
[Slum Village - Set It lyrics]
I'mma set it, get it, got it, good
I rep for my niggas in the D in the hood
On that ass like the Fuzz
Come and wack down on us
They wanna see a player down
That's what it was all my ppl in the house
Put your hands in the air
And bop wit your nigga to
The sound of the snare
The most killer most
2 of the best on the beats
They don't want it? Ey! They
Don't want it? Nah!
Can they get it? Yup! They
Can they get it? yeah!
Can I set it up, bout to set it, yeah!
Can we set it yup bout to set it, yeah!
They don't want it? Ey! They
Don't want it? Nah!
Can they get it? Yup! They
Can they get it? yeah!
Bout to set it yup bout to set it, yeah!
Finna set it yup bout to set it, yeah!
All my G's throw you triggers up
By the hammer my hand on the biggest nutts
No bamma
I blow gands when they split the blunt
This is for my niggas stuck, up in the ghetto
Pumping the metal
Where they feel a fluff and they'll kill you
They quick to buck
Chicks trickin, chicken cluck
Switching up to your whip
That your sister bumped
You'll be suckin' on tit's and
Now your dick is sucked
Steady counting figures up
Benjamin's blend with the ten to twenty bucks
Figured up on the Benz or any trendy truck
I wedded and sticking up
Innocent independent citizens
Not givin' a cent of dividends
It could slit and cut
I'm blowed and I'm liquored up
I've been told that I'm cold
As a winter month and I showed I can explode
When it sickens up, bloaw
I'm back on the style, let me pick it up
Did you predict that what I spit
On this hit is ridiculous
I should tip my Pimping cup
Just for pitching up percent
Of a pigeons rent
Given for living expense at
The stripping club
Don't let me catch you slipping
Up your numbers up
Give and duck, or run a muck
Attempt a jump like double dutch
The clips'll bust
Your clique is just sick of us
Bringing the heat steaming me swinging defeat
You street, dreaming on sleep, idiots?
El, the sickest you ever heard
And predicting a set of words
That he stick in the head of nerds
Or just gifted with lady curve and
Positions written to say something
Gotta stay buzzing coming off on the line
Like a fadeaway Dr j jumping
Cu-zin, we got the streets Buz-zin
Villa blowing, bubb-ling
Those who ain't caught on, fill em'in
We in this grizzie now and we playing to win
I rep for my niggas in the D in the hood
On that ass like the Fuzz
Come and wack down on us
They wanna see a player down
That's what it was all my ppl in the house
Put your hands in the air
And bop wit your nigga to
The sound of the snare
The most killer most
2 of the best on the beats
They don't want it? Ey! They
Don't want it? Nah!
Can they get it? Yup! They
Can they get it? yeah!
Can I set it up, bout to set it, yeah!
Can we set it yup bout to set it, yeah!
They don't want it? Ey! They
Don't want it? Nah!
Can they get it? Yup! They
Can they get it? yeah!
Bout to set it yup bout to set it, yeah!
Finna set it yup bout to set it, yeah!
All my G's throw you triggers up
By the hammer my hand on the biggest nutts
No bamma
I blow gands when they split the blunt
This is for my niggas stuck, up in the ghetto
Pumping the metal
Where they feel a fluff and they'll kill you
They quick to buck
Chicks trickin, chicken cluck
Switching up to your whip
That your sister bumped
You'll be suckin' on tit's and
Now your dick is sucked
Steady counting figures up
Benjamin's blend with the ten to twenty bucks
Figured up on the Benz or any trendy truck
I wedded and sticking up
Innocent independent citizens
Not givin' a cent of dividends
It could slit and cut
I'm blowed and I'm liquored up
I've been told that I'm cold
As a winter month and I showed I can explode
When it sickens up, bloaw
I'm back on the style, let me pick it up
Did you predict that what I spit
On this hit is ridiculous
I should tip my Pimping cup
Just for pitching up percent
Of a pigeons rent
Given for living expense at
The stripping club
Don't let me catch you slipping
Up your numbers up
Give and duck, or run a muck
Attempt a jump like double dutch
The clips'll bust
Your clique is just sick of us
Bringing the heat steaming me swinging defeat
You street, dreaming on sleep, idiots?
El, the sickest you ever heard
And predicting a set of words
That he stick in the head of nerds
Or just gifted with lady curve and
Positions written to say something
Gotta stay buzzing coming off on the line
Like a fadeaway Dr j jumping
Cu-zin, we got the streets Buz-zin
Villa blowing, bubb-ling
Those who ain't caught on, fill em'in
We in this grizzie now and we playing to win