8Ball, MJG, Papa Reu - Lick'Em Up Shot lyrics

Here it is, we come to dance in the ‘94
Eightball and MJG together with
The South Circle, see
We gon’ do it like this for all them boys
So check it

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga
Lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
Lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga
We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
Lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga
Lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
Lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

Check one, on the mic, it’s the fat mack
Freakin’ on this phat track
Peep my khakis saggin’ and my
Gat in my backpack gangsta Memphis
Home of players and Uzi sprayers
But me, I’m just a hustler
Fuckin’ poetic rhyme sayer
Iz-eight-bizall, will make a new nigga fall
Then send him to the land of
The Orange Mound killer clan
Him being the enemy
Meaning he’s not down with me
Meaning he didn’t come up in
The muthafuckin’ Mound with me
I got a posse thick as hinds
If you did not know
Some of them are jackin’ but
The other half slang dope
Gangsta, straight from the bottom
Got ‘em sick with this
Flavor that was made up by
That nigga named T-Mix
Blast him, bucked him
Let him eat the hollow tips
Snatch him like a bitch and then
Beat him with the pistol grip
Danger, anger, overload, explode
Go into my ‘fuck the world’
Mode, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga
We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga
Lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga
We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

Just give me a muthafuckin’ reason to
Demonstrate a pimpin’ type appeal and
I’m peelin’ caps in your muthafuckin’ nose
And I’m drillin’ holes in your coffin
Quite often
I have to show these niggas who the boss and
Keep tossin’ these hoes upside
The muthafuckin’ wall
These bitches eatin’ supper out
My fine silk drawers
Because I plays my card
And I likes to H-U-S- t-L-E, MJ-fucking-G
Ain’t gonna be another busta in
My future talking shi
‘Cause he don’t know who he fuckin’ with
See, it’s the P-IM-P-IN-G in me
It keeps me totally about the M-O M-O-N-E-
Why these niggas front with this
Bullshit I don’t understand
Shady ass busta, sticky ass hand
You run for cover when
My muthafuckin’ bomb drop
On you and your crew, nigga, lick ‘em up shot

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga
We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga
We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga
We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

Southern Funkadelic terrorist got ‘em
Scared of this young nigga making a fat
Grip being a lyricist
Kill with the muthafuckin’ Glock
If I’m forced to break a nigga off and leave
‘em shorter than tattoo
Peace and much love to the
Niggas that I’m down with
The niggas that I clown with that’s
Down with this South shit
Hard from the start
So many players on my family tree
Meaning there was many doing this shit
Before it came to me
Hard times made a nigga write
A lot of hard rhymes
Fuck walking a chalk line, mayne
I gots to get mine
Death wish, click goes the clip in my piece
One in the chamber for the
Jackers and the crooked police
No more peace without a piece
A nigga life will cease
For your herringbone or the
Phat ride you crease
If you got nuts thinkin’ that I’m droppin’
I’m not
Lick ‘em up shot, nigga, lick ‘em up shot

Here comes the muthafuckin’ nigga
With his own type of rhythm
Get ‘em, up, nigga, nigga, get ‘em
Up, if you wanna, come jack it
Step, make a move, ‘cause I’m packin’
What, ever it, takes for
Me to get a nigga up off me
MJG rollin’, down the strip dodgin’
Dips drinkin’ Crown i’ma sip one more fifth
I’ma chief six more spliffs
I’ma drop these sucka ducks
Run ‘em over like Mack trucks
Dumpin’ bustas in a lake
I gotta dispose ‘em out their way
Straight up, sucka nigga, you gets popped
Fuckin’ with this clique, lick ‘em up shot
Nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga
We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga
We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga
We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

We ain’t a joke
When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke
When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke
We stinkin’ murderers
When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke
When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke
When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke
We stinkin’ murderers
When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke
We stinkin’ murderers
They’re picking up the place like
They’re a big time hustler
Their gun in their waist, a millimeter
They’re coming out again ‘cause buy
Can got ‘cause we

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga
We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot
We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga

Here it is, we’re coming to dance in the ‘94
8Ball & MJG together with the South Circle
And we’re gonna lick up shots
To all them boys