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letra de get stupid, go dumb - yukmouth

[?]get stupid go dumb, ya thats our click
i gives a fucc if u a dime i still calls ya a b-tch,
u proly seen us in the club 30 deep equipted with clips
an h-lla wips out side talkin sh-t
we pay to get in nothin rush the doe so kwic
21 with no sense security gaurd so tense
’cause we hyphy aint no tellin wat we mite do
the light bright red but we still slidin throo
hypnotic got me ku pill poped about 2
we done smoked about a quarter now already wat it do
i dont know about u but im feelin my self
whoa let me calm down im killin myself
no i get stupid so i gotta keep on
i could last about a week long till my battery
gone 6 hours and im charged then im back in the zone
back in the zone get stupid show em how we actin at home

[chorus]get stupid go dumb [x8]
we some stunnas yall some runnas
now get stupid go dumb [x4]

[yukmouth]n-gg- im swiggin my sh-t u shakin ur dreds get stupid
im makin my bred im shakin the feds get dumb
u makin a spred and takin ya meds u stupid
im bussin they head and bussin my led im dumb
f-k a club n-gg- im a thug n-gg- with drug dealers
mug n-gg- with ma middle finga up screamin f-k n-gg-

wat n-gg- u from wat i gives a f-k n-gg-
run up on yuk and get bucked ill have ya touched n-gg-
u ever c a thousand killas b-m rushed n-gg-
and c 20 of ya b-tch n-gg-s getin stuck n-gg-s
get jumped clips dumped leave ya slumped n-gg-
body in a dump n-gg- u dont want no funk n-gg-
i get stupid like a metaly disturbed smokin herb
swingin the suburb thats for the burbs
i rock mynk furs and sh-t u never heard
and 20 bay n-gg-s on stage going bizerk

[chorus]
[mac dre]wen i step up in da club i get hyphy b like wat
i cut it up – f-ck it up – stuff it up – roll it up – puff it up
boy im tryin a buss a nut holla at baby wats wit it
f-k wit it ill bust n-gg-s dat sucks and bucks wit it
im nutz wit it stupid d-u-m-b keep a b-tch broke like huey mc
im a p-i-m-p straight up out the v the bay u now im straight
aint n-body bad like me aint n-body sav like me
i keep it c.u.t. t.h.r.o.a.t ish u aint notice punk b-tch im the coldest
gimme ya rolex its drugs for the rich no chips i aint
got no luv for the b-tch
im thug for the chips my frito lays swoop shorty in da cutty
roll and showem they stupid ol ways gucci them j’s
stuey is how we come bust a lung n-gg- get supid go dumb

[chorus]

- yukmouth

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