Lunasicc (Luni Coleone) - Thug sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Luni Coleone] Ugh They call me Luni Coleone, down to dump on a snitch f** em all, n***a, this West Coast, b**h Down with I.M.G, n***a, so I'm gang related Spittin' hardcore sh**, fool, I can't see faded I'm a Sacramento psycho (psycho) Gone of the nitro (off the nitro) Smash on a b**h, then hit the a** when the lights go Rollin' down Florin Road, perved off yak I do dirt then, ski-skirt when I bust my caps I bet a n***a lay down when his sh** get hit Got his body smellin' worse than some week old piss Its I, Coleone, wrappin' it up like egg rolls Keep your b**h jockin' on some 20's of Dayo On the go, making my louchi up off the yayo n***as never knew Shotgun would spit with Skandal But its real sh**, we been folks since high school Doggin' b**hes, ditching cla**, and pa**ing the dank fool [Hook X2: Luni Coleone] Who wanna f** with some of this thug sh** We got game to make your main b**h love dick To all my enemies, when k**ing me, n***a, bump this I'll have my n***as on your a** like some draws, trick Thug sh** [Verse 2: Luni Coleone] Ugh We spit that thug sh**, everything is on a b**h Hardcore livin', ghetto fabulous, on some real sh** Poppin' my collar, we getting sideways Bangin' gears, big car pullin' up on the highway We k** 'em up, mash on n***as like take a bone I hit 'em up with the chopper, once again its on Now thug n***as raise them thangs up (thangs up) And bust a cap up in the air if you dont give a f** (give a f**) Grab your b**h by the neck and yell out s*ut (s*ut) And tell your partna with his b**h a**, he better duck Thug living mafioso, doing big things up off the heezi Like your breezi at the mo cheezi with a dick up in her kizi, thru I thought you knew, Coleone make the sh** crack Like beer cans off my boots when I'm tore back Thug livin', d**h or prison is our motto Thug sh**, Coleone spitting hard with Skandal [Hook X2: Luni Coleone] Who wanna f** with some of this thug sh** We got game to make your main b**h love dick To all my enemies, when k**ing me, n***a, bump this I'll have my n***as on your a** like some draws, trick Thug sh** [Verse 3: Skanless] Skandal be the realla, the n***a the big figga Hustle hard, go get her, tell that b**h I wanna meet her Player till I die, but k**a when I ride Strapped, armed, and daily its a struggle to survive So I keep my mind on my paper and my head on straight You could ask my folks Who the Coleone, fool, It's been that way Since high school, been the same fool With the same tool, with the same rule Every b**h n***a must lose Cause I've paid dues and got my ranks from bringing bad news To hoe a** n***as that be acting just like you You brand new, like young n***as smoking boo boo I'm old school, like real n***as smoking green j**els Bringing the pain, none of that to no gain Its like the mutherf**ing sun without no goddamn rain Skandal, f** the whole world, high as a kite Ask my peep Shotgun, I bet we ride tonite Come on [Hook X2: Luni Coleone] Who wanna f** with some of this thug sh** We got game to make your main b**h love dick To all my enemies, when k**ing me, n***a, bump this I'll have my n***as on your a** like some draws, trick Thug sh**