Curt Gowdy - Spit Again lyrics

Spit again is on yo set, on deck Sound Bombing three with my dudes Mr. Choc, Big Cyphs (rob ya all day, yeah, what) [Verse 1] Lord some boy gon' get dead tonight Licking p**y oh boy didn't I man? Oh boy one, test ten if he come try Many Morroco suffer, many Morroco die Semi-autos to stutter bucka, bucka, bbucka Calling popo for cover, rhyming with Cocoa Brovaz Pure murder since the day of discover One-of-a-kind never find another Spit rhymes like no other Sick line grip chrome nines with rubber Get high in public, ride in trucks puffing Slide in clubs scutting, who*e hunting, start buzzing 'Till sun grows something, google on something Ya'll lame like ruffin' s**y something it don't nothing [Hook] [Verse 2] (Fire Bun) man I deal what the f** Rick Mack 11 on ya now ya traffic touch with Ya gun know check the steal on ya guns With the world wide champion k**er sound Yeah yeah boy, who you wanna rump with? So you can call the police on some clap sh** You ain't gangster I live by the street code Been told never let beef grow old, get rid of that Like prince crime pistols muzzle' em up Half of a man on the dash, trucks guzzle it up Like I'm highway hustling hazing it up Star and Buck ain't the only n***as heatin' it up [Hook] [Bridge 1] It's like murder (scared boy gangster run away) It's like murder (informer boy informer) [Bridge 2] x3 No, no, no don't take from now and then Can't test the sound, so boy we run you outta town [Verse 3] Lord some boy gon' get dead tonight Grimy of the never since I been out the light In the eyes of the media, f**'em yo I'm still out in public taking the dough Got a fiend for the right guard with hands like apes For the strips from the plate gorilla smack ya face Rhyme a day no rhyme but it's nine to spray Keep a safe full of bail money just in case [Verse 4] The routs we take have us on the run from Jake The rules we break keep us on the move for cake n***as can't wait to hate, DJ's dub my plate These days the PJ's ain't safe Weed smoke clouds my face, who*es be crowd my space Twin fofo's 'round my waist, Keep a extra round to waste Some x some haze, Smith and Wesson ga ga ga threat ya stage [Hook]