MF DOOM - Pizza Shop Extended lyrics

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MF DOOM - Pizza Shop Extended lyrics

Part I [Intro] Blow your mind [Verse 1: Jay IDK] This that drive-by This that Shawty Lo in Impala Hello out the whip With the clip, make you bye-bye Roll the windows up Hotbox, smokin' la la Roll the windows down See the opps, it's a problem sh**, really I'm a good boy But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy Blunt guts on the floor, I'm a Backwood boy Lookin' at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy Screamin' out the window like, “f** you, pay me” Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr) Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me Charley's Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately Hangin' with my n***as makes me wanna start trouble If they fight, I'ma fight, make this sh** a royal rumble I'm a gang gang n***a 'til the jump outs come If the jump outs come, guaranteed I'm gon' run [Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK] Here's a little story 'bout them boys that's hittin' licks, ayy Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that sh**, ayy Gimme that sh**, ayy, gimme that sh**, ayy Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that sh**, ayy Here's a little story 'bout them boys that's hittin' licks, ayy Run n***a, n***a, run, n***a, n***a, run Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that sh**, ayy Run n***a, n***a, run, n***a, n***a, run Gimme that sh**, ayy, gimme that sh**, ayy Run n***a, n***a, run, n***a, n***a, run Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that sh**, ayy Run n***a, n***a, run, n***a, n***a, run [Verse 2: Jay IDK] I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them) I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them) I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them) ‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen But that's the way you get respect when you tryna be 'bout it sh** I was goin' down that road, but my phone kept reroutin' They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy You gon' ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang So now we speedin' to the pizza place Closin' up, it's gettin' late Someone gotta rob the sh** Everybody look at Jay Gang, gang n***a 'til the jump outs come If the jump outs come, guaranteed I'm gon' Run that sh** [Interlude] Drop dis like a f**in' gunshot blaow! Part II [Intro: Jay IDK] Load the clip, rob, repeat Load the clip, rob, repeat Load the clip, rob, repeat Load the clip, rob, repeat [Verse 1: Jay IDK] Now everybody get up on the f**in' ground And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds Knowin' I'm no k**er, but f** it, I'm tryna be that n***a So my actin' sk**s kick in, I'm Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe Where the safe at? Don't make me ask again Where the safe at? Next question is: where the tape at? That's when I seen a red light blinkin' in peripheral I took the cam's position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe I hear a car creepin' up and then I tell her to wait Hold up, don't make a sound, just let his a** drive around And you will not feel a round, shhh Car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creepin' up Car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creepin' up Police car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creepin' up Car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creep [Verse 2: MF DOOM] Me the villain Dudes known to do more hustlin' than stealin' Papi snatch your soul out if you're in your feelings Never do no types of discussions around dealings Get focused, y'all Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being And Instagram put clowns in a jam Doin' 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin' Spam Wanna be the man, but don't see the plan [Verse 3: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Finally someone let me out of my cage Little did they know, I'ma hit the front page in three days (damn) These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know) Jackin' jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes Each day I be fightin' for my sanity (yeah) My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (f** it) She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin' me? I got back from answerin' job calls I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on I recognized her from the pizza shop I'm already deducin' that my ho had to have somethin' to do with this