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When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean, I meanAnd a nigga be 70 DeepBut if a nigga let his motherfuckin' scrotum hang over his shoulderAnd come up and do a walk by on your bitch-assIt's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got niggaIt's about how you outsmart the next niggaBitch, nigga, what the fuck's up(Anybody can get it)Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts upDon't think that you won't get touched, bitchI'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?Don't think that you won't get touched, bitchHoes, hoes, money, rollMr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'(Bone crusher)Bring the pain, to your skullY'all niggaz don't want a fight, all y'all want is a hugYour bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mugLet's take it to the grass and we'll see what's upY'all knows about me, Mr. StreetsweepLetras de cancionesTwinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ilyI'm amazin', I always bring the heatPull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin' with meMe and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & HutchMotherfucker don't act like you can't get touchedGrindin' niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to dustAs the crowd go ah-ooh aah 'cause you know you fucked upThey don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realestDon't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers, this A-T-L niggaBitch, nigga, what the fuck's up(Anybody can get it)Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts upDon't think that you won't get touched, bitchI'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?Don't think that you won't get touched, bitchI sit at the bar and tear up hundred dollar billsMy car, my Hummer got 26 inch rimsI'm a star on my side of the earth, I bleed the blockPromethazine, codeine, water and hubba rockMillion dollar dreams and fiends and things of that natureTriple beams and things and T-Mobile paint yaTold myself, I need to stop pushin' hopI need to stop pushin' hop so I can buy a WingStopMy young hyenas be bustin' guns, mashin' and pistol packin'Smokin' so much 'dro that our lungs feel like they collapsin'Trick I see you and yo' partners laughin'Jaw-jackin' and scammin' and plottin'Old soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass niggaYou're out of line I told you once befo' it's dubya dotBust a head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'And don't come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the Valle-JoStill rappin' like I'm po', beotchBitch, nigga, what the fuck's up(Anybody can get it)Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts upDon't think that you won't get touched, bitchI'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?Don't think that you won't get touched, bitchI'ma kill a motherfucker's ass if I have toBut is it worth it is the question that I ask youTo blast your punk-assAnd is you bleedin', only to give Satan a damn goodReason to play with me, look bitch I'm sayin'You don't listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin' yo' assGlass breakin' in your home boy, thinkin' you fastI never mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo' bodyThen you pass out, I pray to God for peaceI done best to get my black ass out of these streetsBut y'all don't listen 'less I'm cussin' and bustin' the shitYou keep beggin' and I'ma give it to ya you bitchIn your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungsYou want war, you will get it for Mr. CrawfordsonThey call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my bloodA couple slugs bitch you thugs'll give me a hugReal gangster niggaz raise up, y'all sticky ooh-wee niggaz blaze upOr get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch niggaAnd there you have it(And there you have it)Anybody can get it(Anybody)Don't act like you can't get touched, peeyimpYeah, my dude Bone Crusher(That's right)Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, David BannerAnd E-40 Belafonte, pimpskilletTrust that, beotch, beotch From Letras Mania