Stuck Mojo - F.O.D. lyrics
[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
F o d f o d
F o d
F o d
F o d
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
F o d f o d
F o d
F o d
F o d