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Grand Puba ~ Spazz Out 2
| [Hook] This is for my niggas on the block, yo spazz out Everybody in the spot, yo spazz out! You feminist cause it's hot you wanna spazz out! Just wild out to this cause we don't give a fuck My thugs doin' biz, yo spazz out Them young niggas on the strip just spazz out You on ya own, you wanna live just spazz out Then just wild out to this cause we don't give a fuck [Verse 1] We rappers, we chrome witty type This to my niggas blaze a fifty light What and get cha' high on Ya shit is on dubs nigga, shit get cha' ride on We gon' spazz out, get drunk to this From the top y'all know y'all can't fuck with this The R-E double S with the Grand Puba Picture us stackin' down, shit we came too far We done paid our dues, still in the game Why these niggas actin' like they can't feel the pain My thoughts is deep, Suburban slang up with heat Talk is cheap, just show me money, them big faces Been down since RUN-DMC with big laces Tapes, diamond nigga we bout to hit that Hit it at the club all y'all hoes gon' bizack Big exec checks, bitch nothin' less And I pull on the strip with Jets, Harley nigga [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm a street nigga, load up my heat with hollow tips Acknowledge this, go against the grain and feel stiff rain We big stings, stackin' our safes to capacity Force tragedies, a thug mentality Test my heart pumps blood We can throw slugs or shoot the fifth, call me I'm all for it, I don't care bounce ya fair or where ya from We can act dumb and leave niggas backs numb I wanna eat on some legal and shit But I was born on some evil shit Ridin' ways, my childhood is far from forgotten days See moms locked away, that's why I hate cops today So I cop the yay, lock the block, pumpin' trays If I reach and shoot, believe that niggas lay But I went through my trigger phase Now I want a bigger case Fuck dippin' jakes now we sittin' great [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, it's a shame how these bitches wanna know if I'm holdin' a knot Haters on the block, gassin' us from holdin' a glock And I'm looney too, Big K big way My mental states I been through breakdown airway Bottles or rat, nigga straight sleep with the fishes My team is vicious, holla at the baddest bitches Know what I got, hit the crib hot cold to rock Steamin' off the top then my soldiers box Flip the score, plot ways to hustle on tours See these hit the pipe, fuck up they jaw I'm livin' ya rap, hot weight I'm triplin' that Pack 22s, come on y'all I'm fuckin' with macks Laid back, spazz like I did five flat I'm in the biz, stressed blowin' bogies back-to-back Ya know the click, Harley ya know he spit Know we sick, one of the connected click yeah [Hook] more free lyrics |