Sheek
Ten Hut
[intro (talking)]Imma make the hitswhy'all book the shows[Hook]AiyyoBling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is backRide ride, you got my back? where the heaters at?12 gauge, tech nines, yo! where the hit em at?D block, we got 'em going crazy, crazy[Verse One]Aiyyo, who's that looking through my windowBlaaaow, why'all muh'fuckas know my styleAny nigga looking and I'm daffy ducking his assBeat upside down, straight bucking his assLouie bat to his head, roll a truck in his assOld man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glassYeeeeeah!, it can be who? Sheek the mcSpit hard, the mc, in the yard, the mcI eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paperthat's why my vobulary sickUse big words like, suck-my-dickYou don't want to play Louch, wit out entering cheatsI'm like Eddie Kane nigga from the Five Heart BeatsCoke thicker than ya muh'fucking cream of wheatsLetras de cancionesPaper too small nowadays, I write on sheetsAnd I done made so many hits, I'm about to cop cleats[Hook][Verse Two]Without baking soda still keep the arm and hammerD block flag waving on the rangest tannerIn our jungle, all gorillas keep a bananaSpraying dumb, yo heat is old as nanaListen, if you wit us no time for bailingSheek Louch, D-block, stop Rose like jalenNo bull, nickle plate catch me pailingScoop big niggaz, put 'em through half the sailingYeah! I don't care if I sell or notThe boy is hot, that be wit a oven gloveFuck mainstream, keep me wit gangstah loveStreet shit, Sheek shit, bring life to tugHa ha, I'm like new, but I been here thoJust low, I ain't drop and why'all wanting a showBook it, let the hood in and let me rockBring the hardest niggaz from ya block, what up![Hook][Verse Three]I got ? signs, fuck dog, beware the ownerStep out, shopping boxes, Lemon CoronnaScratching my ass, hoping that the kids tresspassOne of 'em vietnam niggaz, my stitch wit hair triggersI'm hot like, bout to start breaking you upI feel the earths a little baller niggaz shaking me upI'm bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me upI get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cupAnd yo what, that's right, the god sick wit itMay be before, but right now the kid Louch forget itI'm the best out right now, spread the newsI could write a book, Louch the new Langston HughesYellow Play Boy nigga, stin Pepe LepuesI don't just clap, Sheek'll make the 4 go offEspionage and all that, like ?Hit the block and make the o's go off, oow!
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