letra de suckaz can't hang - scoob lover
suckaz can’t hang lyrics
[chorus]
bang biggy bang, biggy bang bang
suckers can’t hang, suckers can’t hang
bang biggy bang, biggy bang bang
suckers can’t hang, suckers can’t hang
bang biggy bang, biggy bang bang
suckers can’t hang, suckers can’t hang
bang biggy bang, biggy bang bang
suckers can’t hang, suckers can’t hang
[verse 1]
oh no, look at the cloud, it’s gonna rain
but i don’t give a d-mn i’m letting suckers know they can’t hang
don’t give me no lip, don’t give me no backtalk, yeah break north
don’t make me get my gun and blow your motherf-ckin head off
once again, n-ggas know my style, god d-mn it
unless it’s on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
hard like shaquille, oh you better kneel
when you see me comin, big scoob got em runnin
s-x when i flex i catch wreck on the world tour
with dough in my pockets big like the biscuits in cb4
set up a contest, i’m coming, i’m taking the dough
they wouldn’t pick you even if you had a afro
so don’t try me, you better walk by me
i’ll do you like the first part in menace ii society
like cypress hill, yo, i’m insane
i’ll shoot a hole in your toe and make you jump like the house of pain
[chorus]
[verse 2]
oh, [?] it’s the man from [?]
walk up on me [?] and make you feel pain
i get props from the block
and hit the [?] when i dash from the cops
but i won’t stop when they say “freeze, drop it”
i shoot for they heads with extra clips in my pocket
oh no scoob, you made another mess
the sucker though he had me ’cause he wore a d-mn vest
i’m hard to the core with more in store
suckers wanna [?] my style ’cause my sk!lls are mad raw
i kick it ’cause i [?] ’cause i should
run mr. rogers out his own d-mn neighborhood
i’m h2o when it’s time to flow
’cause [?] show
[?] i’m not the one, son
i’m mad nice with mine, suckers can’t do me none
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[verse 3]
d-mn my hands are aching (why’s that, you fly n-gga?)
the [?] on my pocket and my fingers on the trigger
suckers get jealous, they hate to see you looking nice
yeah, that’s the price, ’cause [?] you can get a slice
i buck 50 on your face like a [?]
suckers be crying, sayin’ “scoob, why you do that?”
my crew is ill, we don’t play, we get r-t-rded
we pull our guns, suckers be runnin’ like somebody farted
you wanna play, son, hold my gun up
i’ll beat your ass like ike and tina turner
so get away, you better move, punk sissy
big scoob is trigger-happy so don’t ever try to diss me
’cause i love music and music loves me
and together with my rap, oh no, that equals dough, g
[chorus]
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