Webbie, Mouse On Tha Track - Six 12's lyrics

Whaaat!, Young Savage Trill E-N T
Man I ain't stoppin till it's over
I got that bass in this bitch, don't itlook

I ride down ya street you can
Hear me in ya den
Shakin niggas walls when I put it past ten
G shit I ain't even gotta rap it
I like to play the songs with
Alot of slap in 'em
The amp turned up so it sound like this
My girl ask me why I like it loud like this
I got the by 9's across the back and I bet
You never seen a nigga with
The pound like this
I ride by the club and everybody get loose
The hoes get to tootin
All the niggas get to bootin'
Don't nobody try me
Know I'm quick to get to shootin'
I'm known around town as that
Lil'nigga with the music
Yeah I'm doin all good, and the cake not bad
I ain't lyin if I try it I can break my glass
The police pull me over
And they raid my cash
Mayne they be wishin they could take my ass
(Chorus Webbie) i got six 12's
(you can tell) -I got six 12's (you can tell)
I got six 12's
(you can tell) -I got six 12's (you can tell)
I got six 12's
(you can tell) -I got six 12's (you can tell)
I got six 12's
(you can tell) -I got six 12's (you can tell)

Mayne I really be thumpin
Mayne I really be beatin
You can hear when I'm comin
You can hear when I'm leavin
I got it hooked up the sickest
So ain't no sense in competitin
And yo'shit is the cheapest
You might blow out ya speakers
And we blowin and all, I got warrants and all
Done looked down at the phone-I
Done missed a few calls
Me and Boosie was thuggin
Ballin out on them rims
He was tellin me somethin but
I couldn't much hear 'em
Cause the music was bumpin
I can barely much see it
Cause we smokin on somethin that
We just got from Korea
All the haters was watchin
Guess they was checkin the paint
All the bitches was jockin
They look at us and faint
We done came to the top but
Niggas thought that we can't
Mayne this lil'nigga trippin he done
Waste all the drank
On my brand new interior you
Know the leather and mink
But, I'm way past freight so
That ain't nothin to me

Now when I cut it up to 8
You hear that boom, boom, bow, blam
I block around the club
They be like ooohweee, godamn
Everybody lookin tryna see who I am
Cut that number nine on when
I play that Trill Fam
Two supercharged amps with that
Air condition fan
The pipes sound good and the motor is a man
Lil'mama wanna ride but I've
Sort of made plans
I gotta go get my cousin cause
He's fresh up out the can
Then I'm goin' scoop Webbie
He goin to park the drop top
Just got my '94 Caprice up out the chop shop
Six pioneers mounted up in the block box
Me and Shell buckin
Give a fuck if a cop watch
Old jams make them old folks wanna pop lock
Check me if ya want get
Ya stupid ass Glock popped
Every whip a nigga ride gotta be top knotch
We don't play a song up in that
Bitch if it ain't got knock