D.J. Paul - Comin' At Yo Azz lyrics

(Chorus: Carmike) Carmike, Comin' at yo azz, Comin' at yo azz (Repeats multiple times) (Verse 1: Carmike) I floats like a bu*terfly, I stings like a bee, I'm as rough and rugged as a motherf**ing tree, One, Two, Three and don't forget four, n***as that I flex, Have them wrestled to the f**ing floor, One pop, Two pop, Sweat starts to pop Then I drop, Skinny Pimp kicked in door and he starts to wreck shop, Was that psychic sh** that 2-1-1 must've hit He picked me up for another, Wipe the flames from my lips He goes,"Are you alright, My nig, My n***a, My man?" "I am what I am and that's all that I ammmmmmmm." But it left rings around, There's no light who can sound, Whoa whoa whoa, There goes Mr's Claudine, She likes me in that pimp riding that ain't for f**ing shorties, These b**hes constantly choosing, But the b**hes constantly using Cause someone can get this nina, Slipping the b**h I saw in my dreams, And I am a roughneck, Through the veins in my neck you check, I want you! (Chorus: Carmike) (Verse 2: Carmike) I drop off smooth spleens on your portrayal of your defense I really don't like Christmas, Cause I'm the damn Grinch And for me, It's easy to break you off something Something like what, My foot broke off in your damn bu*t Get touched, Digging nuts, My rhymes kick like mantras That gangsta, I'm the realsta and the pimpsta, The deuce Oh, Not the four oh, I can rap hoe, John Wayne on your a** But you're dealing with the mack, Jack, So roll up another indo sack, But another pint of Yak, So welcome to the underground in the cells where I dwell, Better be down with this motherf**ing pimp sound, Lame b**h, I'm versatile What? You don't believe me, Watch as I rock this crowd When I come with this wicked sh** in town (It's the...) It's Carmike Carmike, Damn that n***a never quits But I came trick, Cause I ain't lame b**h! (Chorus: Carmike) (End of the Song)