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letra de let's go to war - dj paul
[intro: kingpin skinny pimp]
aw yeah, skinny pimp and 211 up in this b-tch
down with my n-gga dj paul, the new mothaf-ckin’ dj
aw yeah, lil woop and the woodlawn posse in the house
ayo, paul, do that sh-t
[hook]
dj squeeky (f-ck you, mane)
dj squeeky (die, mothaf-cka)
dj squeeky (f-ck you, b-tch)
dj squeeky (bring the yellow tape)
dj squeeky (haha)
dj squeeky (f-ck you, b-tch ass)
dj squeeky ()
dj squeeky (punk-punk-punk-punk mothaf-cka)
[verse 1: kingpin skinny pimp]
eenie meenie miny moe, skinny picked the .44
squeeky wanna scr-p? gon’ get yo ass kidnapped
you sure you wanna get some? i doubt it, my nig
i tie a rop around yo neck, and drop yo sissy ass off a bridge
suckas, they jackin’, them fools put me in a straight trance
a psycho at large, i’m not from earth, i’m from mars, b-tch
you know you can’t handle me, so don’t try to cross me
i’ll skinny roll yo ass and put yo eye in yo mama’s coffee
scandalous, see i’m a serious r-t-rd
i’ll chop you in pieces, i’m givin’ dеtectives a hard job
i wanna say what’s up to 211
cuz whethеr we steppin’ or reppin’, we comin’ off dope
but the sucka will get smoked
grip the m-i-c and try and talk about the skinny p
but you cannot f-ck with this style
i be flowin’ to get me some things, i’m project born, b-tch
so grip on some alcohol, and rub yo narcs
nine-ninety-nine-nine, you got popped with my glock
and if yo buddies wanna jump in this sh-t
bring it on (-gunshots-)
let’s go to war with them b-tches (screams)
[hook]
war they wanted, and war they got
and from the [?]
if you wanna go to war, i’ll take you to war
dj squeeky (punk-punk mothaf-cka)
[verse 2: homicyde]
let me kick a verse about a punk b-tch
the kind of n-gga that’ll make me pop the trunk quick
they have a tendency of f-ckin’ with a psychopath
ayo, this sh-t is too thick, yo ho, don’t make me laugh
squeeky is a b-tch, zirk is a b-tch, too
raider j, mothaf-ck you!
and if you mothaf-ckas wanna go to war
punk mothaf-cka, what you waitin’ for?
cuz homicyde ain’t down with the run
homicyde’s a sniper cuz i’m known for gunnin’ n-ggas down
clown, from orange mound
i’m strictly with the underground
these n-ggas gonna make me clown
so mothaf-cka, don’t be scared
your neighborhood hit went to your mothaf-ckin’ head
yo boy said they lookin’ for the dirty hoes
dj zirk, stop wearin’ those dirty clothes
cuz i’m the crazy mothaf-cka that you envy
bido, don, weedie, lil kenny
n-gga 9 is down with the posse
for the punk n-ggas with some animosity
and if you hoes wanna go out like a sucka
(-gunshots-) squabble that, mothaf-cka
and if you b-tches got a problem or some drama
buy a black dress for your funky mama
skinny pimp, smack that n-gga like a wh0re
let’s take these n-ggas to war
[bridge]
i ain’t sayin’ no names
f-ck a-f-ck around, and get yo ghetto pass revoked
mmh, mmh, mmh, f-ck you, mane (f-ck)
f-f-f-f-ck you
[hook]
dj squeeky (punk mothaf-cka)
punk-punk-punk-punk mothaf-cka
dj squeeky (yeah, i caught you slippin’)
yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, i caught you slippin’
dj squeeky (f-ck you, b-tch)
dj squeek-dj squeeky (suck a ni-)
suck a n-gga d-ck
[verse 3: kingpin skinny pimp]
a – animosity on a fat b-tch
b – better watch yo back because i’m finna cl!ck
c – creepin’ on a sucka with a glock, mane
d – dead on arrival, bullet in the brain
[bridge 1: ???]
there you have it
a players point of view of a punk mothaf-cka
goin’ to club memphis to see a punk mothaf-cka get smacked
and be nothin’ but wack
so i’ma send this shout out to homicyde, skinny pimp
mc wicked, juicy j, dj paul, n-gga 9, 211, and hitman
the k!lla b
shout goes out to westwood, hurts village
trigg and lauderdale, preston, binghampton
a whole lot of mothaf-ckas is down with beatin’ squeeky’s mothaf-ckin’ ass
oh, yo, squeeky, get zirk d-ck out ya ass
raider j, get the glass d-ck out ya mouth, b-tch
[bridge 2: mc wicked]
yeah, this is mc wicked comin’ straight out of ridgegrove
lettin’ them punks know they got us f-cked up
dj squeeky, boy, you barred out of frayser
i’d like to say what’s up to the projects
and all my n-ggas in the hood that’s behind me
[bridge 3: ???, kingpin skinny pimp, homicyde]
ayo, skinny, tell everybody about how you smacked his b-tch ass in the mothaf-ckin’ club, mane
mane, i hit that mothaf-cka so hard, mane
the gun went off, mane, know what i’m sayin’?
mothaf-cka almost hit my partner 211, know what i’m sayin’?
everybody seen that sh-t
them n-ggas know national binghampton, hurts village
frayser, aw yeah, the woodlawn posse and the [?] house
aw yeah, and rick and blood, and ray ray from hurts village
you know what time it is
y’all talkin’ ’bout that y’all paranoid
the real paranoid n-ggas
you can play like a mothaf-ckin’ cone, envy
and let a n-gga gas you up if you want to, b-tch
[outro: dj paul]
that’s all she wrote
yeah, this dj paul, k!lla mix serial number 11, b-tch
this sh-t don’t stop (stop, stop, stop)
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