Gudda Gudda - Boyz 2 Menace lyrics

Take that sh** off at the front Gudda! Sleep on me, I hope you die in your sleep No one's defiant as me I know my worth, so when you pay me Just know that I am not cheap On the road to riches Tappin' my horn, so watch for the beep Rippin' this sh** to pieces No, I will not look out for the beat Started out on the block Got on my feet and rose to the top I'm the cleanup man with the mop 50 shots disfigured his top, yes I come from the city of God I walk around in the city like God Made it out and still come back Somebody, please tell me, what are the odds? On this mic, I am a wizard, but this is not Oz Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall I'm sicker than y'all Don't talk to me unless you talkin' 'bout paper I'm buyin' some makers, no time for a neighbor I'm from New Orleans, yes, I am a gator I'll do you a favor, and I'll do you a favor 'Cause if I do you a favor And you don't come back with that paper I'ma have to lay hands on you Like I'm givin' you prayer Eastside, we ain't playin' it fair You ever heard of the tortoise and hare? I'm switchin' the gear Started off in the back, b**h But now I'm winnin', it's clear n***a, I'm here For real I got my married hoes on single d** Got my fattest hoes gettin' finger f**ed And my trashiest hoes is clean as f** And my nastiest hoes is neat as f** Take your shoes off before you walk inside Take your shoes off before you cross the line I snoozed off on Father Time Got my goons to go kidnap Daughter Time Come to wet the party up, and whoever in it Got one gun that shoot for 7 minutes I'm done sh**ting, n***as never spit it I'm high cla**, n***as' elementary Repetition, that's the definition I'm a Hot Boy under air conditionin' Shoot the gun with the left arm limpin' George Jefferson in all seven minutes Got a hot girl off television With a very sticky unhairy kitty In the right position, screamin' "You're consistent" I sit there and listen like we talkin' business I don't need her out here filmin' n***as I'd really rather have her steal from n***as I really travel like a pilgrim, n***a Kush loud as Fred screamin' "Wilma!" n***a I've been takin' time out to count the bands Break a promise in the promised land Going zagga zow off a zagga xans From the middleman to the Macho Man I've been talkin' sh** up in Diddy house Went to Disneyland, talked to Mickey Mouse Then I figured out how to figure out What I was figurin' out, you figure it out Got a trigger man with an extra hand My b**hes sleep by my b**h's house So every party is a slumber party Sky is the limit, head in the clouds While you runnin' round, I'ma run it up You dumb it down, I ain't dumb enough I hit the courtroom and stunk it up High comin' down, plug comin' up You gon' hold me down, you gon' hold me up You don't know me, but you know what's up And the coke was cut with some extra coke Showed her more than love, she just shoulder-shrugged She don't know it's love, it's not important love As long as we can keep extortin' the plug Just let him bleed and ignore the blood Just let him be and ignore the buzz Pour it up, catch a sugar rush Chopper full of rust, but it still bust Bust good as f**, every bullet struck Like a hundred holes, got a hole-in-one Safe full as f**, money full of dust And I'm pulling up in that "What the f**?" That's a muscle car, got me lookin' buff If you look enough, you a mussel, punk That's a Bugatti on steroids Bugatti on Chevron All-white like an Altoid All these rings on, call me bellboy From the Teflon to the Kevlar Don't mean sh** when your head off Make the top dog jump dead off And we keep his head for a memoir I sped off with the head off Goin' big Bruno on Mars Sippin' Longstar, turn a p**nstar To a known star with a phone call Hold up, murky, murky waters, yeah Purple, purple rivers, yeah Floatin' purple ribbons, yeah I'm cursed, but still religious, damn I've been poppin' 10's, yeah 'Cause my b**h pop all the 20's, damn Why you hatin' on the skinnys? Damn I met Satan, he was chillin', hold up Murky, murky waters Purple, purple rivers Floating purple ribbons I'm cursed but still religious Damn, take your clothes off b**h, call your road dog b**h, I feel like O-Dog b**h, Boyz 2 Menace