Letra de Bad Influences From My Uncle
Uh, look
Bitch this beat go stupid, and my gun go stupid too
Bitch this beat go stupid, and my gun go stupid too
Ain't no limit to the bullshit that we all bitch, hoody hoo
Choppa eat a niggas face, but this .45 a foodie too
And my niggas got way more heart than baby Looney Tune
And my niggas got way more heart than OG had in '86
Little T ain't kill you 'cause today he had to babysit
But, he got that chopper Richard Nixon hit the Navy with
Navy handkerchief, fingers twisted, and he banging crip
OG lit the dip now we smokin on the sherm stick
Did a line of powder now we plottin', 'bout to murk shit
Bitch, I'm bout to chop off that porch, ya dig?
PCP on that Newport, ya dig?
Choppa on my fuckin lap, that mean I participated
Made a nigga momma cry, that is my initiation
Bitch, that black leather jacket fucked up my whole generation
Killin' for my OG 'cause hе got my mom manipulated
All my OG told me was some bullshit
All my OG told mе was some bullshit
All my OG told me was some bullshit
All my OG told me was some bullshit
Ayy y'all Uncle Nathan back here trippin
I think that nigga just sniffed up half a gram again
Ok, Uncle Nathan trippin' off a half a gram
Sellin' dope so he don't gotta give the other half to Sam
Chopper tucked inside his jeans, it's taking up like half his pants
They called him a demon because he wouldn't shake the pastors hand
Little do you know
Both of them niggas be sharing freebase and they beefing
'Cause he ran off with the pastor's dope
For three days and he fiendin'
He been riding around my motherfucking grandma's spot
My cousin pressed him like, "Get yo' ass up off my grandma's block"
My cousin got killed in these streets, laid in cold blood
It could of been some cold crips
It could of been some cold bloods
The cold part?
My family had to watch the fucking footage of it
So when we catch who did it, nigga
We gone let that bully fuck 'em
Right up in his face
You broke my heart, soon as you killed my cousin
You take one of my niggas
Then we gone double back and kill a dozen
Even though we got revenge
We still don't feel no different from it
Ain't no kissin', huggin, ain't no peace treaty
Bitch, it's just really fuck em'
We gone kill em', we gone kill em', we gone kill em' all
We gone kill em', we gone kill em', we gone kill em' all
We gone kill em'
Choppa eat a niggas face, but this .45 a foodie too
And my niggas got way more heart than baby Looney Tune
And my niggas got way more heart than OG had in '86
Little T ain't kill you 'cause today he had to babysit
But, he got that chopper Richard Nixon hit the Navy with
Navy handkerchief, fingers twisted, and he banging crip
OG lit the dip now we smokin on the sherm stick
Did a line of powder now we plottin', 'bout to murk shit
Bitch, I'm bout to chop off that porch, ya dig?
PCP on that Newport, ya dig?
Choppa on my fuckin lap, that mean I participated
Made a nigga momma cry, that is my initiation
Bitch, that black leather jacket fucked up my whole generation
Killin' for my OG 'cause hе got my mom manipulated
All my OG told me was some bullshit
All my OG told mе was some bullshit
All my OG told me was some bullshit
All my OG told me was some bullshit
Ayy y'all Uncle Nathan back here trippin
I think that nigga just sniffed up half a gram again
Ok, Uncle Nathan trippin' off a half a gram
Sellin' dope so he don't gotta give the other half to Sam
Chopper tucked inside his jeans, it's taking up like half his pants
They called him a demon because he wouldn't shake the pastors hand
Little do you know
Both of them niggas be sharing freebase and they beefing
'Cause he ran off with the pastor's dope
For three days and he fiendin'
He been riding around my motherfucking grandma's spot
My cousin pressed him like, "Get yo' ass up off my grandma's block"
My cousin got killed in these streets, laid in cold blood
It could of been some cold crips
It could of been some cold bloods
The cold part?
My family had to watch the fucking footage of it
So when we catch who did it, nigga
We gone let that bully fuck 'em
Right up in his face
You broke my heart, soon as you killed my cousin
You take one of my niggas
Then we gone double back and kill a dozen
Even though we got revenge
We still don't feel no different from it
Ain't no kissin', huggin, ain't no peace treaty
Bitch, it's just really fuck em'
We gone kill em', we gone kill em', we gone kill em' all
We gone kill em', we gone kill em', we gone kill em' all
We gone kill em'
