Z-Ro, Mike-D, Killa Kyleon - Here We Go lyrics

It's boss hogg Corleone
And I'm fuckin' wit the king
We bout to drop a fo' in
A twenty ounce blue cream
I place the order out in cali for the pt
We get money while you niggas still asleep
And a it's three in the morning
In the kitchen cooking ozs
Block to bleed, niggas to feed
If I drop' em on 12 comin back 21
It's 80 sippers out the book
I move' em one by one
See my hands is fast, my cook game raw
I don't need no pyrex, gimme a coffe mug jar
And I whip it to the left
Whip it to the right
Move it all around till they
Cook it air tight
Let it dry, pop it out the jar
Straight to the scale
Wrap it up in plastic, straight to the mail
It's boss hogg Corleone, nigga Mike D
Bleeds the block cuz I am the streets

Here we go
Corleone and the King of the Ghetto
Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes
All we tryna do is keep collecting dough
Go get it
And come back get that white as snow
Candied doors, yeah they open up and close
Run up on us bitch you won't run up no more
Cuz we will slide yo bitch
Ass across the flo, flo, flo

I know y'all rappers can't stand
The fact that I'm back fresh outta jail
Also focused on nothin but makin my mail
Ain't got no time to waste
Cuz the rap game is damn near dead
Corleone and the King of the Ghetto
Came to raise rap from it's death bed
Every song they play on the
Radio is bullshit homie
Them niggas got they blow up
But we got that good shit homie
Matter fact you might even overdose
Cuz I've been known to cause blood clots
I should been known to be a killa
But a bitch killa I never was not
I've always kept it real
Even when everbody around me was fake
They don't make like me no more
My kind don't break under pressure
It's death before dishonor nigga
So that means before a rat, like mickey mouse
I'll be another job for the grave digger
I ain't going back behind the
Fences with the razors
If I'm locked up in the penitentiary
I can't make no paper
So the last time I went
Was the last time I'm ever gone be in
Instead of a 5 by 6 cell
Then a big brick home, thats what I live in

Here we go
Corleone and the King of the Ghetto
Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes
All we tryna do is keep collecting dough
Go get it
And come back get that white as snow
Candied doors, yeah they open up and close
Run up on us bitch you won't run up no more
Cuz we will slide yo bitch
Ass across the flo, flo, flo

Now every time I ride
I got a pistol on my side
Screwed Up Click until it's
Over on the Southside
I keep my mind on my money
And money on my mind
I ain't got no time no play
I'm on a 24 hour grind
Haters wanna see me fallin off of my game
They hatin' cuz when they see
Me I'm havin thangs
Dig these blues, if you jack me
I'm jacking you back 24
7 on my clothes, I keep my hand on my strap

See I'm somethin like a playa
Somethin like a pimp
Gangsta strut on when when I limp like this
Is re turn of rapper slash the hood fella
Lookin for a rap to get
My groove back like Stella
Still got a sack of that A-1 good yella
With a baby Glock
Ready to rock up out fellas
Hit me on the cella
Ain't a damn thang change
Yeah (you know me) nigga I'm still the drank man

Here we go
Corleone and the King of the Ghetto
Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes
All we tryna do is keep collecting dough
Go get it
And come back get that white as snow
Candied doors, yeah they open up and close
Run up on us bitch you won't run up no more
Cuz we will slide yo bitch
Ass across the flo, flo, flo