Mac Dre - Sizzlin' lyrics

You know highly flammable got to keep this sh** at the Right temperature you know it's able to blow up (Keek da Sneek) I roll a hundred n***a get bread aim to split heads Get caught in the red get put to sleep fast like Sudafed Gota get it all n da door you know it's walnut hoe We hit set's like push up me and my northan yos Suthranyos crips blood pimps macs it's gangsta sh** whaatttt Pinky fingers up cuzz I'm still ten deucin Keep b**hes grindin slide cars n boosting You can catch me out in Houston sipping some syrup Smoke Sherm in LA ten boot in ice berg 22's pinch the curb we won't worry bout flats 5th wheel no spare extra sub in the back It's like that it's like that whhaattt JD I am k** me b**h broke come pick me up Still mix remy and bubbly in a Styrofoam cup Still hot lava when I came to erupt Sizzlin (chorus) How you're breath smell like sh** and your pop's still living He sizzling he sizzling How You're mom 60 something and she still hop n children She sizzling she sizzling X2 (mac dre) I'm a bayboy old school like the palladium You can catch my at the Network of Associates stadium On those spinners ducen and skating em The boys get behind me I'm yokin n shackin em My b**hes broke cuzz I'm breaking em every chance I get n***as always claim that's my b**h I'm rich trick put your gun to my sh** I use to swang them things out the cadillac b**h I'm drayvise And I am feeling kinda maybeis I'm a California hot boy drapies and gravies Saucy Ask me what my rims cost me Ten five n***a I'm living kinda bossy I go hard my b**hes ask me why Nice things to have nice things to buy Seea n***a three d T mother f**ing H I double Z(ah) (chorus) X2 They call him bz bz He so great at this How'da did he say that sh** I'm on the track sizzlin Yea I style 'n wow Slap the f** out a child Just cuz he looks b**h Little n******gs get it too That's how we get at you Grown man like child Yea it sounds pitiful My temper ain't the issue Yea it's the b**h in you Got you hempt up against the locker like the vison do Hey you bring ur punk a** out side That radio tell ur lil brother that sh** mine And ain't I never smile when I didn't want to sh**'s irrelevant If I don't this birch n***a I just tell em it You just like Bin Ladin murder click In my name you trust on some murder sh** I'll take ur face n refurnish it I'll take ur nose put where your a**hole at and make you smell it (chorus) X2