Lee Majors - D'usse lyrics

[Produced by DJ Nasty & Lee Majors] [Intro] This motherf**ing D'usse got me sweating and sh**... Word to God Hov, f** with ya boy C5 [Verse 1] Okay n***a, I got 'em, point 'em out and I got 'em Let 'em get a lil buzz, then we robbing for pollen We ain't k**ing no minors, you n***as still in the minors And your b**h, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of these n***as Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, n***a I been did my time, I'm getting better with time But real n***as don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard I been balling since cornrows, still ducking the narcos My little n***as in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal Got a bad b**h with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah Blessings on top of sins, resting with topless twins Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestling with lobster limbs Talking about some M's, it's sounding like gospel hymns Yes, lord [Interlude] We on that D'usse, me and my n***a Euro Tina turn up in this b**h We got Lauren in this b**h Serena Pink in this b**h, better known as Pinky Steph in this b**h Yah dig? What's up Brandon!? Lego! [Verse 2] Hollygrove n***a, rest in peace, Lil Kevin Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage The world is mine, I am selfish I am a shark, f** them shellfish Everybody in the building, well I left that b**h like Elvis n***a, please Pops treated mom like Billie Jean Like hot sauce, I put it on everything I'ma give that f**ing woman everything, everything Here we go, b**h I'm cool, Coolio She say "Tune, do me slow" How many fish did Hootie blow? I don't know, f** who knows? I got a redbone with two golds And she snort too much of that Michael Jackson That b**h gonna need a new nose I ain't got time for you hoes sh** I only have two goals And that is "Get Money, Get Money" Now I'm riding 'round the city with the top off the Maybach Looking for a motherf**ing spot we can skate at Elvis left the building and I take these hoes to Graceland And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams I ain't stunting these n***as Eyes look Chinese, Wayne-chung to these n***as Wayne-chung b**h! More than one b**h This for my n***as, we shall overcome, b**h From New Orleans, n***as dying over dumb sh** You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa? I might get money, f** b**hes k** n***as and smoke weed I'm married to this real sh** And I'm a wife beater, no sleeves Do it for my hood That 44 ain't no good You better bring that chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers Yeah I do it for my hood That 45 ain't no good You better bring the chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers, n***a We gonna have them choppers We gonna have them choppers You better bring the chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers, yeah We gonna have them choppers We gonna have them choppers You better bring the chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers, n***a Mula! [Outro] My n***a Hood in this b**h Still on that D'usse Shout out my n***a Lil Twist, my lil brother He just pa**ed out in the club the other night off that D'usse Threw up on the owner Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back He wanted half of the money back Twist took all the money and left That's some Young Money sh** Soo Woo to the B gang Rest in peace Cedar Frogg