Loc Saint - TRIGGA TONGUEZ lyrics

[Intro] Loc Saint... Twisted Insane... MurdaScriptz... Eric Supa Tempa Tantrum... co*k back... Load it... Ha ha! Trigga Tonguez!! [Chorus: Loc Saint] Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon toon / everybody step back gimme room / Make sure that all your safetys off and da hammers co*ked back to go boom / Next up that automatic Trigger from the state called Tha'Wash / Loc Saint unload your clip tongue flip and let your trigger shoot off [Verse 1: Loc Saint] Buckin and ruckin to pull it / f** it we nuck it or bullet / you better be duckin or you'll be struck in the gullet / a when I s**in da air and prepare for symbolic erradic a manic in a panic harder then granite a witta finger up on the trigger to pick up what im packing and you better get em up hit em up wet em up are you ready for the dump a da rounds now spit em up / bout to go down / Trigga tongue throw down / Imma K-9 headed for the vein line bit em up / ripple through da body witta riddle that I made up / widdle witta little venom in em get sprayed up / griddle A plus on da flesh getchya grade up trigga (hold up) tongue (wait up) tunes i really can't breath so I gotta take a second to reload to wreck it in mega mode before my lung seize (yeah right) tap into the bad percent of me buckin like an automatic witta static anatomy im a manic in a panic on a radical battery in a battle witta rattle from the tip of the tongue that knows none but saddlin up and spittin so much rythme outta me im bout to scatter my guts and put da mainstream rappers on da platter with a side of adobada and i wanna eat em up cause the tracks are wack and weak as f** / set em all up call em all out / raining down upon the game like a nuke witta catastrophic fallout / then we suited up loc twisted insane murda and tempa to kick em all out / I reloaded my trigga to count the k**s when im floating my figures be getting bigger by the thrills / inside of my mind you'll find jimmy riggin the wheels / centered within many of my various sk**s / everybody getting chills when I make em all feel that compatible hannibal real deal / with the gums set steal like a gun ret peeled my tougne straight back and started crackin off steel / imma open the lips and load clips that'll getchya focused to note just how the loc comes real / wrote this witta opus come and quote this trigga finger itchy so I scratched to k** / [Chorus: Loc Saint] Welcome to a Trigga Tongue goon toon / everybody step back gimme room / Make sure that all your safetys off and da hammers co*ked back to go boom / Next up that maniac trigger from-the-state they call k**a Cali / Twisted Insane unload your clip and show em all how you rally [Verse 2: Twisted Insane] Choppin anybody but karate as i pull up on'em poppin everybody Drop a song on them really runners s Tood up on the grave and put'em up in the cemetery When you finished with the minute meet the homie He's still a gunna bust'em when i kick in the door watch'em with the sh** People really wonderin like who the f** I'm with i dont really get it about the trigga finger Hella itchy so i pull on this b**h I hit'em with the sh** that make a n***a Wanna get up out his seat and mess around a Motha f**a like a rabbit only if i could a Been a n***a workin at a mickey d's double cheese But the swishers automatic homie It could be a rabbit but the devastation Postal with the fiends im a sick mean When i rip paeans there's a ping When the clip sing I got a phone ring let your team get the Beesting underground king Ima lean on a n***a black mask toe tag So sad when i hit beans on a n***a I remember when it used to be cool But that was when I actually thought about a b**h Put beans on a n***a Hit 'em with the trigger when I'm spitting I don't really care for If anybody walking and saying hand sh** They can eat a f**ing dick I'm it Put 'em with a bullet Put 'em in the trunk Then hop up in the whip Then move to the wind Rippin' up on a motherf**er Feelin' hella faded of the juice and the gin Loosin' the swim Doin' bout' 150 Moving to the night n***a Who's finna win? Wasted I don't really know if I'mma make it [?I'mma f**ing train till it's gets to location?] Bathe in a b**h guts Right before I cut Hold up on me I'mma f** anybody who waiting I'm in the fast lane With the Pedal to the Metal Doin' about 108 Wait Don't wanna be late sh** I'mma push to the night Homie, I don't really wanna mish the brains on my plate Remain hella great Probably cuz' I keep my zip to my own And my lips on the bong Anybody wanna go against that, hit 'em up Fill a motherf**er with the clip, Rock on! [Hook: Loc Saint] Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon toon / everybody step back gimme room / Make sure that all your safetys off and da hammers co*ked back to go boom / Next up that fully loaded trigger from [?dinka wash down?] / MurdaScriptz unload your clip and show em how you get down [Verse 3: MurdaScriptz] Murda k** em with the venom like a fully automatic [?] [Hook: Loc Saint] Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon toon / everybody step back gimme room / Make sure that all your safetys off and da hammers co*ked back to go boom / Next up that machine gun trigger from the state of Colorado Tempa Tantrum unload your clip just like you stepped into battle [Verse 4: Tempa Tantrum] It's that, Colorado k**er that be comin' [?]