Chuuwee - Put It On lyrics

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Chuuwee - Put It On lyrics

[Intro] Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Rest In Peace Big mutha f**in' L Word is bond God! This for all the Zulu Nation soldiers And the true learners of that real sh** Y'know what I'm sayin' We mouthin in the house baby We finna turn the party out '95 style Yo! [Hook x4] By nature I'm naughty, I been known to rock a party We hardly going to sleep, so everybody grab a body And Put it on yall, put it on (say what) So put it on yall, put it on (say what) Yo I'm slicker than that Bugatti, pulling like a Maserati I'm kamikaze , we bombs s**a n***as, Nagasaki And Put it on yall, put it on (say what) So put it on yall, put it on (say what) [Verse 1] By nature I'm naughty, I been known to rock a party Still a hobby with a body then crash like Tod Nagi Living my life upon the auto bond Pushing my license pa**ed them f**ing fools from ? No stopping me, not at all I kick a rhythm like a n***a know karate Who got it better than me, she wanna ride me like Bugatti You probably wanna know what I'm on It's in alignment with the planetary and the stars Know the land, word is bond I stick my arm into the ice chest and see a fly dress Pull out a Sprite and get some proof about my high best I rhyme best, I mic check 1 The one and only, you homies phony baloney Get ate up like pepperoni, got my pockets Fat Tony Doing it Big Willie style Police'll chill and rock a chicken bummy's silly now We in the V.I doing it real B.I Promoter said I'm coming so we turned the whole city out [Hook x4] [Verse 2] Powers are honored, turned me to a true performer When I move the crowd from corner to corner, no need for warm up Even though I'm only just beginning They call me Nike, I just do it then I just be winning You n***as are touching the ending I try to warn them I'm smoking like marijuana That dope is cause I'm from Sacramento, California Move on 'em quick, I'm disappearing and reappearing These n***as talking slick, but looking gay as Richard Simmons I do it wrestle, you muscle n***as I crush you like rubble At the party they spotted me like truffle The fliest n***a [?] n***a Pitching it from a duffle Been do it but then I mumble I ain't trying to get in trouble, I be Eating these weak a** n***as, they looking like Gumbo Or Brian Gumbol, you Dumbo, looking jumbo, Crayola I squeeze the pistola from my payola As we blow another O or two in the back in his Corolla [Hook 4x]