T-Rock - Wona Get Some, I Got Some lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah HC mutha f**in P n***a Hypnotized mutha f**in Mindz b**h For you mutha f**in rinky dink records up out there Ya'll know who ya'll is, there's a bunch of you mutha f**a's DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe a** n***as T-Rock rock that sh** fo these (?) [T-Rock] My house of representitives, be A town a**a**ins That'll cause a riot in any shape form or fashion Run up in your grill, when attention who we blastin' Now woo now we presidental thing, cause you was flashin' We some alcoholic n***as, we cause depression' A-tech in this mobb, n***as mashin' for cashin' Amazed what we see the crooked police hara**in' All because we makin' cheddar other clicks are lackin' Down for the cause, where you haters wanna brawl Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call We some treal figgas', drug heal n***as, makin' (?) quicker Livin' in the world where it's hard not to k** n***as Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them brain cells Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of fame mama Clean till I'm gone, like I'm ridin on the chrome Shakin' all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome [Chrous: DJ Paul] The last boy, you gone hit this and feel me Smilin' in my face, but you you really wanna k** me Hail one of you n***as, wonna get some like that (some) Hail one of you n***as, wonna get some like that (some) The last boy, you gone hit this and feel me Smilin' in my face, but you you really wanna k** me Hail one of you n***as, wonna get some like that (some) Hail one of you n***as, wonna get some like that (some) [DJ Paul] Ohhwee it's gettin' hot up in here You mutha f**a's learned some technique yet n***a I start this sh**...changed the beat up [Lord Infamous] Get back from me n***a here come lord your f**in' nemesis Back on your premisices, remember what I left on b**h You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me You can't make me, you can't break me Always shady, and I leave yo weaka** (?) I got no fears and no pain in my veins mayn I been insane coming free in the black rain You wanna step up to the mayn, well put yourself in danger I'm like the ranger from the west and obsessed with anger I hear the room was from consumers and this sh** is funny The n***as talkin' sh**, it's n***as who ain't got no money They make a sale off f** a grip they askin never again They make a sack a stick to b**h they askin never stick They make a sack to spit this gangsta sh** they'll never spit So walk up faking feel the shackin' drowning in f**in' piss Trick yo' gossip, your like fossets so I let you leak Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat [Hook] [DJ Paul] Mayn you b**hes got problems, let it be known ho This whoadie gone solve 'em, when it be one who f**ing round wit grown men That Hypnotized Camp HCP we got that pump, cut up your f**in' neck Man I'm glad these n***as gonna the f** up out the Posse Songs Now I'm smilin in an (?) ridin on chrome Singin'...No new n***as in our click We thick, we rich, we glist, we been Down for years [Juicy J] I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed I done hold down with your k**as, I done corner them for there g's n***as talkin' bout yo a**, say you ain't nuthin but a b**h Say you always claimin k**a, but for real you s**in' dick Yeah it's funny how it is to see a n***a in a thong Get them Glocks with the pop, you gone break yo a** and run I ain't f**in' wit yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove Let yo legs move be a mutha f**in best move..b**h [Hook]