Block Kids On The New - Pie lyrics

@SkivvyG: Work Put em in the dirt Skrrrr - smurfs Twerk There's something 'bout it When a coochie let a fountain out it I wanna rhyme about it But don't ever get your judgement clouded I take a head and Slam-Dunc' Mcleod it That's not a threat, it's a promise Not a novice in this turf little man gargamels getting smurffed If you've got a problem, we can handle it, coz handling is work And you know every job's got it's perks So come here boy And let me show you These Mpamas Ngi zo ku chis'inyama boy... chis'inyama Chis'inyama boy... chis'inyama Chis'inyama BOY...... You got a dollar in your pocket, that's a dollar in the hearse Take that dollar out your pocket, tell that dollar go to work This is church I know somebody said it first Doesn't change the fact that it's CHURCH Bona, they're tryina give you living water, yet you thirst At chuch Sitting in the front row I take a whif of the poppers coz it's poppers in my dreams And these poppers carry poppers all I got's this guillotine Huey Free or die Newton BVD or Bayern Munich Taste the sh** in the pie you moemish Riz: Ayo I crash like bandicoots for a bag of loot Smash a hammerhead through your mammi's cooch Set fire to your daddy's roof Flows spew out this ragged tooth Coasting down the avenue They don't like my attitude This bush baby poes crazy Cooked zany, crook Sonder suit, pay me look Guzzle missions in the hood save me Molar deep in your booze cat f** queens I want my j**els back, I want my f**ing j**els back Walk the yard I'm Dimes Madat Shining, Jackie Lonte watch the diamonds sack Motherf**ers don't have the plak Can't take me on Snarf coke lines the size of baby arms Drop big baby bombs Tsar bomba, ja ja contra Getting rah rah, wah wah Shred guitars on the Alibama Intifada los ma Praise Lonmin and make me the monster You don't know who the f** you're talking to Bacardi dark spill it when the maserati park Quarter 2 the after party starts Roll up. Kold Krush Hyper warp speed coke rush Ho blow nuts Know the issue Lamma kick, drummer hit, drama flicks In the middle of Mogadishu Since 6 year tote the pistol Smoking swisha coastal strain Load and aim Pump the stainless at your homie's brain Motherf**er feel the pain