[ VERSE 1: Klas 1 ] Bitch you'se a goner steppin in my corner Put these hands on ya, now you don't wanna Come with that play shit, tryina fade Klas I'll buck-buck ya down and put somethin on yo ass Fool I'm aggravated, can't be faded So let it jump off if you think you gon' make it To your fuckin car do', cause I don't love ya, hoe So I'ma click on your motherfuckin afro Huh, roll 'em up, hit 'em up, get 'em up You better get gone or your teeth you gon' spit 'em up And don't make a nigga bank ya And beat yo ribs to your motherfuckin ankles And I'm steady knockin snot from your nose As your bitch ass scream, "Oh Lord I don't want no mo'!" You'll be another nigga in the past If you ever bring yo ass, fool
(What's up now, motherfucker) --> Kool G Rap (Fuck with me, I put my foot in your ass) --> Ice Cube
[ VERSE 2: uncredited guest ] Another tale from the darkside comin from a down-ass bitch (Shut up hoe) Nigga, don't start no shit Have you ever seen a bitch get agg Drink St. Ides brew and roll blunts with the zig-zags? Ah fool you can't fade me, you crazy? Drive on that ass like that bitch Miss Daisy Straight to the grill, have you shittin out teeth Go toe to toe, hoe, with these hands and these feets Another mark that I bangs Are you surprised that a bitch dropped a nigga in the paint? (Where they at, where they at, where they at, hoe?) Tryina get they ass back from these motherfuckin click-clacks And if you ever wanna catch a square Huh, I'll be there Slappin hoes playin dominos On your bitch ass doggy style, that's how the story goes
(What's up now, motherfucker) (Fuck with me, I put my foot in your ass)
[ VERSE 3: Koo Rod ] Hoe I don't love ya, think nothin of ya Nigga matter of fact, mother-motherfuck ya If you wanna go, bitch, we can go Put these hands and feet on your funky ass, bro What's the fuckin reason for this fuckin treason? Don't you know, fool, this is bitch killin season Like my nigga Stick whoop a bitch in a minute Here's the fuckin square, tell yo ass to get in it Cause if you jump in you better come equipped Cause talkin that hoe shit will get your fuckin wig split You and your crew, well what you wanna do Whoo-whoo-whoop them motherfuckers and your baldhead auntie too Hoe how you figure, I don't buy you liquor I'm from H-Town, another trigger-happy killer Buck-buck 'em down, put the slugs in your ass Another dead nigga hauled off with the trash
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