Brotha Lynch Hung - I Gets Off lyrics

[Verse:1] Oh wait a minute you know me smoe ol; crate of spinach O.G. n***a, O.G. like Bobby Johnson And I pack three heatas like Charlie Bronson You want some oh you won't come YOu got sand in your gas tank your sh** won't run I'm still hungry where's that last steak f** it cut out you porstate and work with that I take a O.J. glove n***a jerk with that Spits that ol' cracc your bacc oh really hurt your bacc I got prolbems like COS don't desereve the fact And the fact is I was the Siccest amongst the black kids Sittin in the cornin' at 14 craccin lids on the 4-0 4 years later out the four door Dumpin' at your afro as soon as you pa** go I.m The Last Mohican feed off your belly linkin' I hear what your talkin' but can't feel what your speakin' From the Gardens to Creaccin' all the way from Monday to the weekend I get high get drunk and f**s somebody's sweet lips in the mouth Catch these hollow tips in the mouth it's Sacramento's Dirrty South n***a [Bridge] Hey Really don't matter(Right up to your face and diss you) Cuz I Get;s Off like a muthaf**as you know And it's real choppars(Right up to your face and diss you) [Verse:2] I'm a one man tenthousand day war See f** the score imma still play hard Like tits in my face imma stay hard And playin' you is like playin' cards And playiin' me is like it neva happened Got Funk whateveas craccin' Forevea packin' metal i demonstrated to several I spit like dierfhea I wish you would to see ya Ripgut n***a that ol' spilt up your guts Like meat market it's built rap like a carpenter Graze you like a pencil sharpner Don't get me started im like 3-50 roccin' 3-80 in my pocket don't have to co*k it Keep it knoccin from Sacramento to Chicago Roll like 12 guage in the Eldorado Im so tight Spydaman through the night on these n***as(commitin' sins) Try it agian I the one supplyin' gin you sh** is watta down Can I bring your daughter down like outta town plus I nut on the face You n***a is fake like an old ace hit you get away wit no traces hit you(like jason did you see I Get's Off) [Chorus] See I can be like 60 years old But still imma eat meat I mean Imma still eat n***as up n***a you got me f** up Mixin' proffesional wit n***a sh** 'Bout to get tuck'd up you f**'d up Time too get in the dump truck (x2) [Verse:3] I get's off on you face Yous a swallowed it up a** n***a All over your a** n***a So I slap it on your face You a bad wire 'bout to get replaced Im a bad gut about to run up in your face wit tha .38 And lay you down in the crate like they used to do back in the day I been choppa n***as up since Sicx was sackin Yay Back in '86 now it's '03 and im back in your face With spits hard like a baseball bat craccin your face Let me lace your shoelace Im 24 Deep and imma loose case body parts in the suitcase Make your jaw swell up like a tooth ache "Who First?" I do work like a state job straight bob Heavy artillery for n***as who ain't fillin' me(You n***as be k**in' me) My mouth like a .9 millimeter years later still a heata in your alpine So it' ain't no question about mine it's about time That I sold this sh** up you must of a forgot I know the steps So I hold heavy meatal eat'em up on every level Heat up your Chevy medal smash on the pedal It's the 24th Street ghetto It's The Gardens We n***az retarded we make your heart split trust me We started the spits and trust me we goin' to end it by Makin your brain tissue rip spit 'til you get tendonitts Im burnin tires on you n***as career(yeah) Hitman for hire on you n***as lyrics(You Know) Evils my spirits and you know I just can't shake it(I just can't shake it) Leave you bu*t naked half of you body in the refigerator Ready for the makin' It's Now Eat It's a crowd on the street it's been a k**in' it's bad news(Uh-Oh) Somebody give'em him penicilin tell his children???? From the bullets just when we thought we wasn't pullin' it Took his money and his pride and everythang Take his honey and his ride and everythang It's all bullsh** sell it I spit hard right just from the pelvis Let you tell her im a nail gun emptin' out nail clips And he's dead let you smell it(What) Finally get to release my own sh**(n***a) [Chorus] See I can be like 60 years old But still imma eat meat I mean Imma still eat n***as up n***a you got me f** up Mixin' proffesional wit n***a sh** 'Bout to get tuck'd up you f**'d up Time too get in the dump truck (f**) (x2)