Luney Tunez - Die Bout It lyrics

[Verse 1] Til' the paddywagon pull up and cuff us My pants saggin', I'm double cup Southside, hustle inside, hustle outside, I don't give a f** I might beam ya up, you won't get it up You wanna shoot dice, we could do somethin' In the club with like 30 bands, going hard til' like 2 somethin' Go live on em, hit vibes on em n***as lie bout it, I'm fly on em My lil' n***as, on my corner, they rap too, they trap too Pull up broad day, you know the raw way With the rod play, bap-ap you Lil' Mocha said and Dearcy, Beeto and Brian just called me Uptown Beezy, lil' Jeremy nook in my brother sprite no talkin' Bring yappas out, pa** by your house, December feelin' like August Pullin' up on murder street, my uncles clutchin' revolvers Hear anything about ?'s green, you play with that, I'm gon' off ya 20 years in, rap hustlin', got in the game I'm hawkin' Audemars, I'm ballin', b**h you love, I'm doggin' Last old lady, took my feelings like Soulja Slim, no fallin' She thinking she special, paid her, told her get to stepping, retawdid'! [Hook] I ain't got sh** to do but cook like I was from Virginia These n***as lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretending My pants saggin' in this b**h, don't give a f** who feel me And if you disrespect me n***a, you gon' have to k** me b**h, I'mma die bout it n***a, I'mma die bout it I'm from where n***as get it on We don't cry bout it You say a n***a disrespect you, n***a ride bout it I know some p**y n***as scared, probably hide bout it [Verse 2:] f*ggot throwing water at the event at my show Catch him on the rebound I wanna see if could catch what I throw Look 20, bands, 30, bands, 40, bands, 50, bands Get 'em captured, get 'em splattered All in traffic, bout that action Yea it's, up there, up there, up there Did a show don't give a, f** there We'll come up there n***as from where I come up at Taught to up that Shoot to k**, don't discuss that Done that, f** that, f** that, f** that Breath easy, this street sweeper go "Hree-hree!" And delete people Taking pictures all in front my car, is like dick-puller, I mean meat-beater I met your mom, you had a good life I f** with your dawg, I don't f** with you As soon as that n***a went to jail you start doin' sh** that a busta do You don't know how to keep it street, reason why? You not a street n***a My uncle, mama, grandmother, thuggin' Grew up in the street, real street n***a Not a local rapper in your own city, boy you look disgusting You lil' ugly, black, dirty, dusty, dingy Pockets empty, mouth look like a place a toothbrush never entered Young Get 'Em! [Hook] [Outro] Me and Stroke by myself, you know we in a black coupe thang, you heard me? Me and Stroke down there thuggin' by ourself You know we just, yeah all in that b**h, retawdid You know, n***a ain't tell us nothin', you heard me? You know every time I see that lil' b**h, he dont't move by himself He got a whole lil' entourage and sh** you heard me? That's a sign of weakness You know a real 'vic will sit back, and look a n***a just like weakness I ain't takin' no diss shots at no n***a man, I'm just statin' them facts you heard me n***a ain't kept it street, I spoke about it, n***a caught feelings like a b**h would do, you heard me? So, I just know that when you do a b**h, you just yeah Look, go do what you want to, you's a renegade ho The worst thing you can give any n***a or b**h is rejection You know hoes love attention You ain't got to have a p**y to be a ho A ho is somebody that just want attention from another man They got a lot of hoes with dicks, outchea Right now, you know me keep that thang all the way street You know I be listening at these n***as talk Mane you ain't gangsta, you ain't gutta, you ain't grimy, you ain't shinin', you ain't grindin' Look I'mma leave that there what it is Look, B.W.A Kevin Gates For President All the way retawdid'!