Stuck Mojo - F.O.D. lyrics

Fuck y'all who thought we were taking
A fall you made the call
But we didn't drop the ball

Took drastic measures time to get
The look of the trade
Sick of the cry baby serenade

What you say?

Come out and pla'ay

You know that ass will sla'ay

'Nuff respect given to the Mojo

If you don't wanna give it
Then we'll take it ho'

Originality get off the dick and all
You jealous bands keep talking shit

Back stabbers, ain't no friend of mine
Cross the line

You know that ass will be mine

F o d

Four piece of doom

F o d

Four piece of doom

F o d

Four piece of doom

F o d

Four piece of doom

New sound Atlanta shaking you up like Fanta

Pop goes your top 'cause
We're getting real hot
Two crackers and two niggers who ain't
Scared to pull the trigger

Those who dissin' us can
Get the middle finger

You suckers sold us out 'cause
Your soul's were for sale
Mad as hell with a rebel yell
We walk the walk and talk the talk

It's not our fault that your ass fell of!!!

Back stabbers, ain't no friend of mine
Originality get off the dick and all
You jealous bands keep talking shit

Cross the line
You know that ass will be mine

F o d

Four piece of doom

F o d

Four piece of doom f o d

Four piece of doom

F o d

Four piece of doom

Suckers wanna battle, but they
Don't know how
Just another reason why my attitude's foul

You had enough, you're calling my bluff

Well step into my zone and
See if you're rough enough

Boom bam bands getting (spit)

You got to get rid of the flam

Monkey see, monkey do
Punk, you're fucking with the
Four piece of doom, four piece of doom

Four piece of doom

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