Free Murder - Feet And Hands lyrics

[Chorus x4: Free Murda] When I say 'don't get danced on', I don't mean the dance floor We put feets and hands on, (you and your man, boy) [Free Murda:] n***a ain't miss a step, daddy, you better, step, daddy I love older women, bout to be a step-daddy Like Baby Boy, I'm nothing like Jody I would of had homie, crawling like a baby boy With the gat to his head, like what you take me for You must be crazy, dog, I let the eighty off Clap, go and tell your aunt, to stop by Cuz crack'll only 'sell a man' like I'm Popeye I get it from papa, papi get me deals Wise guy, index finger, get a semi chills Jerk me, why try, that get many k**ed I'm high, why I never let the Henny spill Won't stop, I want that ice band on my wrist That'll have your b**h, and who*es, stance on my dick Like she doing jujitsu, plus my hand on them bits Know all my kicks new, got you paying all my sh** [Chorus x4] [Free Murda:] And my son half oh-yay, talk that sh** Had a fiend sing like The O'Jays, off that hit n***a, off that click, gotta save the good To have n***as stomachs looking like the kids from Save the Children, ey Got more bread and cheese than a Sicilian, ey One in your head, one in your head, I'm a villain, ey Listen, Scrappy, I put one through your nappy, head You be dead, on your way to Daphne Want me, better catch me, you know where I'm at, B. And you better 'duck', n***a, like you Daffy Yeah, I'm in the trunk, n***a, you know where the hash, be Now, D "for" an L, like I sing Laffy Taffy Taught breezy, gon' pop me, dog, and you scooby, too It's really easy to spot you, dog, like you Scooby-Doo In that fake Gucci sh**, you get no coochie, b**h You better 'do the right thing', like Mookie, b**h I send your wife, the eye line, without a kuffie, b**h You getting wet, like aqua, by some goofy, sh** That coke had the cook, don't even try to look But if you still, you lose a hand like Captain Hook [Chorus x4]