Assholes By Nature - S.O.S. lyrics

(Little Boy) This a Nitti beat! (Chorus - Z-Ro + Trae) Please don't get out of line, I'll slap a n***a Owe me money - better give me mine, I'll slap a n***a And if you cross over that line, I'll slap a n***a I'll slap a n***a, I'll slap a n***a, I'll slap a n***a, I'll slap a n***a If you disrespectin my zone, I'll slap a n***a If you right and I think you wrong, I'll slap a n***a If a n***a speak out of his tone, I'll slap a n***a I'll slap a n***a, I'll slap a n***a, I'll slap a n***a, I'll slap a n***a [Verse 1 - Z-Ro] We don't pop, lock, and drop it - we co*k the Glock to pop it Go ballistic on (?)n***as and have e'm screamin stop it Ain't got no patience so it's not a good ideal to get on my nerves I'll f** around and clip yo a**, and keep bangin yo face up against the curb Homie let me give you a suggestion, gon'and let me make it You might as well tighten up ya jaw, and gon'and let me break it Wipe down, wipe down - I'm bout to wrap ya jack johnson right now And if a woman run up on me wreckless and go to runnin her mouth I'm a rear back and try to knock the b**h lipstick off All I'm simply tryna do is just get my cash But if you own a pair of lips you can kiss my a** Tony Maroni when I catch you b**h you know what it is Better ask Sam if I'm righteous I been a gangsta for years But f** him too cause he can get it just like you And that's a fact run up on you and knock ya shadow off track... (Chorus - Z-Ro + Trae) [Verse 2 - Trae] I still f** with the hoodrats, and then pop models Get crunk off a superman and slap yo a** with a bottle Go on crank it up, I'll make ya dance Lean back and slap the swagga out ya whole stance I'm a a**hole n***a we don't talk about it We go inside ya mouth and have ya front teeth walkin out it My attitude shot to sh** it ain't no doubt about it Get out my business 'fore I beat ya a** the f** up out it Tell the DJ give me a sec, I'll wire the whole place up Connect with a open hand and try to wire ya whole face up Lock and load on ya jaw and try to fire that hoe's face up Try to take out ya feelin, in everything from the waste up I give a f** if you don't like me I got the whole hood tryna keep it gangsta like me Now am I rollin? Yeah b**h I might be Not on a pill but in my zone is where I might be (Chorus - Z-Ro + Trae) [Verse 3 - Z-Ro] I'm in ya nieghborhood, I'm bendin down ya block Why don't you and everybody on the cut, come close to the curb and stick ya face out Ya'll ain't no men, ya'll some women and ya'll deserve a backhand I wear one right hand at the club cause that's my favorite snap hand You in the presence of a boss, I'm nothin less then a king Slap you to sleep, turn around and slap yo a** straight out of ya dream I graduated from Slap - A - b**h University on the honor roll Piss on the tree and mark my territory, now it's time to roll [Verse 4 - Trae] Never been the one to run from drama, b**h I'm plexin instead Slap you like I'm a slap a b**h, you ain't gon pay me my bread You can call me Trae - Holiday I'm bout to put you to bed With a couple of extra large hickies posted on top of ya head Now everytime I come around - they say I'm comin to bang I'm a swat yo a** to the left, like I was ready to swang Ain't no use to givin it thought I'm a forever play it raw Let me show you what these five fingers, said to the jaw (Chorus Till End)