Brotha Lynch Hung - Flippin Chiccens lyrics

[Hook] We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken And I ain't sh** without my n***as and my b**hes Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's [x2] [C-Bo] Y'all n***as that don't know me why the loc be frontin? Just cuz 38 a day I'm bluntin, trey 8 for nuttin But incase for the waist for bustin, close range erase your bluffin Like major snuffin, blaze the oven Boiling hot everytime I drop Metaphor get caught get addiction like rock on the block And my Glock closed down shop It's like "Cops" I'm a Bad Boy Catch me frontin back in the rag, boy C-Bo keep n***as all up in they peepholes But hold up I'm lethal like blowin up a Reagle Full of your people, Desert Eagles to your kids I'm sick and I can't help myself Somebody please help me before they melt me But naw dog you ever felt me So it's a must that I clutch guns pop pills To keep my feelings real, illings will but hold up It's a bust of the dough blow up I bet that I make the world get these Nike's like sho nuff [Hook 2x] [C-Bo] Teck, I'm Cowboy the pistol holder, the missile loader Call me Christmas, d**h wish under the missile toe-ah Off of Crys will I piss or throw up? They diss and load up Roll through the scene with a peace sign as they get blowed up Mob figure til I die, Westside off the roof with the bubble lie Y'all don't want no trouble, guy You rap about all that ice I could had that Grab that, make you stab that and blast that but I'mma pa** that We ruthless, we get em up until they toothless k**in me on the West Coast n***a it's useless I run from Seattle to Dago with my la**o Callhourt to Paso, new force from that Avan*l 29th Street to Avalon Long Beach, Compton, Watts, E.C's and Magnums 357, Ghost Town, Gebermona Hoovers and 6-O's the rest better get ghost f** with real n***as that bang Not a b**h ridin a dick or the next n***a gang With a teck that I stang from the neck to the brain When I step in the range I get respect you know I flame Boilin hot, make my gat roar on the spot Disrespect the block f** how much they got, the cops When my weasle go pop you gets the last sound If he ain't dead when I dump then we beat his a** down [Hook 2x] [C-Bo] I pack two Glocks, drop bodies with two shots Run a code if they got b**h it's gots on the rocks When my pen and pad connect, plaques I collect Then gats I collect to keep these nacks in check You wanna handle this with guns the stamina, son I run tons for Pamela, one show sh** forget the dough I'm all in the get the blow Fully automatic, cuzz, you know how sh** get go Flipmode when sh** work more than a ship load And a grip flip like in a double zip code Your whole city locked down til the big bird drop Cut for the recoppin color gettin for the block Dancin, ballin snortin coke at the mansion Add a mill plus like what the f** Ecstacy pills and k**, boy we play in the fields And that 4 mill we spent sittin way in the hills [Hook 2x]