Screwface - Calico lyrics

[Intro] Fire it up, n***a! Pentagon riders What's up Bootleg? What's up, caz? Kurupt, Young Gotti, Neil Paul, Vitti Stallone, what's cracking, biiitch? Dog-pound Gangsters, we're going to bash on these busters [Verse 1: Kurupt] Look, first thing I do, is roll my coo Swoop up, scoop, and hit it and dip too Shine bright, move them bricks Give me all the motherf**ing money, you can get, b**h! Let's make this a trade n***a Paper or fame n***a Let's make this a trade For what? Paper or fame! Cough back the [?] Thrust, bust the heater! Separating everything I'm seeing [?] I'm a fire extremist, chems are on all shelves Spraying like emphysema, singing Calico clean-up And I've got a talent that's singing And I'ma pierce n******gs, like needles and syringes! I'm nothing but a fool Let me show you exactly what I'm living for! Doors, four double 4's That I launch 20 missiles that fly like Concords! Dog-pound motherf**ing gangsters is what we ride for, n***a! [Chorus : the Dayton Family] Cryp won't do it, what? Gang-bangs do it, what? Slang can't do it This is some real murder music! What? Bust your guns forward What? Where's the money, show it! And if you claim you're rapping, then b**h you better flow it! I just want you to know, that DGP share a family We be straight G's! k**er,k**er, k**er! [Verse 2: The Dayton Family] Look, I've got a dangerous mind, strangers don't believe it I never leave it in places, the FED dogs can retrieve it! f** that [?] nickel-plated, muffle up! Murder any hustler, born [?] Cocaine juggler, known to flip balls When I'm down South, I'm known to pimp ho's When I'm out in Cali, I'm rolling in six fours I'm hitting switches, f**ing mad b**hes Rolling on foes! Mamma had a k**er drug dealer Look at what mamma made! One less in juvenile, I dropped out of 8th grade! Gra** for my n***a, gra** [?] in the dog-pound! Never put the guns down, representing Flint town! Anybody that didn't know that I'm a problem Somebody warn them about us, before we revolve on! Always outnumbered, never outgunned We're the realest n******gs under the Sun! Dayton Family! [Chorus : the Dayton Family] [Verse 3: The Dayton Family] Hey b**h, you better call a coroner Murder's [?] ya' You won't lose your life, dissing voices [?] [?] them Rasta's set their bugs On my meager sack of d** You're in a peril, b**h, we've come Don't talk, just pull them plugs! Methyl left no [?] Trust myself like emphasis Mamma had a n***a, b**h I'm pulling at your residence! Don't nobody know my name Can't know me, don't know my game! I overdose you, like them needles sticking in your veins Diamonds in the f**ing wood In my hood ain't nothing' but shoes! We don't give a f**! We live for money or them open goods! Crime ain't in the streets before k**ers say they'll never talk You won't share the tyrannical life that a n***a stalks! [Chorus : the Dayton Family] [Verse 4: The Dayton family] Look, me and Shoestring, all blue shoelaces Going down the highway, money by the briefcases DPG; Dayton Family tree Bootleg down in Michigan, where the G's be! It ain't no future [?] And this is what you punk motherf**ers need! It's just a a little G sh** for your ho's Rolling down the streets from Calico! [Chorus : the Dayton Family]