k**er Mike - AKshon (yeah!) - Dirty Album Version lyrics

Let's do this sh** k**er keeps it honest 'Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo) Enough to make a black ghost turn pale Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah K i l l This is the name that came to alter the game Not like these rappers who spit it the same Separate lames from they chain My mind don't slack I'm totally focused on beating up tracks Monstrous music to beat in your 'Lac 1000 watt amp with woofers in back Lean to the left if you burning a sac Baby got back and it's in Baby Phat Pardon me dog for chasing the cat I'm hittin' all kittens meowing like that I like the front but I'm loving the back I like to bite and I'm hoping she scratch Escalade dipping I'm holding the lane Mama's a scholar, she blowing my brain Ain't this the life? Snapping and trappin' And rappin', and frappin' all night 'Lil mama's a plumber she handling pipe Ill wit a pill she handle it right Like Iver son, smallest thing on the team But the livest one co*ked loaded bust like a gun Y'all better run, one, one Thump, thump, thump, thump (Yeah) All in your trunk (Yeah) Grinding and hustling and getting at mine Swerving and token and grippin' on pine (Yeah) Bump, bump, bump, bump (Yeah) All in your trunk (Yeah) Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers Crawl in your bunk (Yeah) How we gon' stop? (Whoa) How we gone quit? (sh**) Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy I came through swerving like this I'm good wit the game, gutter fo' show Ducking you lames and obstacles Don't get that a** in a hospital Wrapped in a cast from head to toe This boy he real Racing those candy Seville's through Dixie Hills My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels First round pick like Michael Vick Quarterback status throw pa**es at chicks Santana Moss when catching the ball Get it like Moss she catches the ball Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall And I'm equipped with nitrous y'all Ready to rip, burn, roar Ready to tear through your city an' tour Took The Whole World and murdered that sh** Caught the beat running And dipped with that b**h Later for now I'm hustling hits Flipping my words like bricks, trick (Yeah) Thump, thump, thump, thump (Yeah) All in your trunk (Yeah) Grinding and hustling and getting at mine Swerving and token and grippin' on pine (Yeah) Bump, bump, bump, bump (Yeah) All in your trunk (Yeah) Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers Crawl in your bunk New, new that new, new New, new for you, you, new, new for you, you That new, new, that new, new New, new for you, you, new, new for you, you That new, new, that new, new New, new for you, you, new, new for you, you That new, new, that new, new New, new for you, you, new, new for you, you