Kato - Slangin' Dem Thangs lyrics

We're about to set it off, something like this Uh, uh, uh, uh [Hook] Do, do, do, do, there they go, there they go Do, do, do, do, there they go, there they go Now that's the sound over me slanging them things Do, do, do, do, there they go, there they go Do, do, do, do Freeze, put your hands up, get on the curb, now [Verse One] They're trying to put a n***a under the courts Because the cops found a stash in a duffle bag under his porch I've got to keep a four five Colt revolver Because I get paid like Tyrese from the Coke, I'm palming Haters want my hot buzz Switch the code, and I'm bombing That's why I push a black H2, roll in armour You know Profit's got to hold a llama Because I stay posted at a crack house with my posters on it I know I've got to stay watching, got to stay clocking If the Fed's try to knock me, I've got to pay Cochran You n******gs' try to hate on this, I ate Kano quick And cut your connect the Yayo bricks We keep more German pistols than Adolf Hit And if the block is too hot, we just 'aye' off this This for all my folks hustling, all my people grinding Holler out the hood whistle right before you hear the siren like [Hook] Do, do, do, do, there they go, there they go Do, do, do, do, there they go, there they go Now that's the sound over me slanging them things Do, do, do, do, there they go, there they go Do, do, do, do [Verse Two] Wait, back off, scrub Every time you see Profit, man, he's bagging up dubs All my blows come packed with a baggy of bud I stay grinding, my fiends look happy and what They want to felony or misdemeanors But its all love when we hit the court like Serena and Venus On the block like nobody can stop us Body the coppers, and bounce to Hawaii in choppers Stay strapped when I'm pumping the packs I'm like a golf course, keep a nine in the front and the back I'm sick of fake Nino ba*tards, who only step on blocks When they only stepped on they Lego castles Seat back in a black Maybach's Flipping those without touching those, every night like Pat Sajak Security stay grinding, can't get caught sleeping That's why you hear the sound of the cops creeping [Hook] Do, do, do, do, there they go, there they go Do, do, do, do, there they go, there they go Now that's the sound over me, slanging them things Do, do, do, do, there they go, there they go Do, do, do, do [Verse Three] I'm The Rock on the block, I'm laying the smack down First you smell me cooking and I'm breaking the crack down You can catch Profit still flipping out packs In front of the Twins building with a Bentley out back Y'all rappers living check to check, pockets are empty Waiting for your next hit like Bobby and Whitney Who's that parking in the M3 I know its them people wait for the signal, they holler at me Blocks stacking the trash, rocks stacking the stash Hop in the hoop tie, back to the lab When I'm through packaging the coke Here's a fresh white tee, to the hood with a package in my coast Slanging things like an NBA game, my team ruthless I push the rocks up so my fiends can shoot them 'Profit, I'm making sure that the streets is juking God damn, not again, man the D's is swooping' [Hook] [x3] Do, do, do, do, there they go, there they go Do, do, do, do, there they go, there they go Now that's the sound over me, slanging them things Do, do, do, do, there they go, there they go Do, do, do, do