Mac Dre - Get Stupid, Go Dumb lyrics

(?) Get stupid go dumb, ya thats our click I gives a fucc if u a dime i still calls ya a b**h U proly seen us in the club 30 deep equipted with clips An hella wips out side talkin sh** We pay to get in nothin rush the doe so kwic 21 with no sense security gaurd so tense 'cause we HYPHY ain't no tellin wat we mite do The light bright red but we still slidin throo Hypnotic got me ku pill poped about 2 We done smoked about a quarter now already wat it do I dont know about u but im feelin my self Whoa let me calm down im k**in myself NO i get stupid so i gotta keep on I could last about a week long till my battery Gone 6 hours and im charged then im back in the zone Back in the zone get stupid show em how we actin at home (chorus) Get stupid go dumb (x8) We some stunnas yall some runnas Now get stupid go dumb (x4) (Yukmouth) n***a im swiggin my sh** u shakin ur dreds get stupid Im makin my bred im shakin the feds get dumb U makin a spred and takin ya meds u stupid Im bussin they head and bussin my led im dumb Fuk a club n***a im a thug n***a with drug dealers Mug n***a with ma middle finga up screamin fuk n***a Wat n***a u from wat i gives a fuk n***a Run up on yuk and get bucked ill have ya touched n***a U ever c a thousand k**as bum rushed n***a And c 20 of ya b**h n***as getin stuck n***as Get jumped clips dumped leave ya slumped n***a Body in a dump n***a u dont want no funk n***a I get stupid like a metaly disturbed smokin herb Swingin the suburb thats for the burbs I rock mynk furs and sh** u never heard And 20 bay n***as on stage going bizerk (chorus) (Mac Dre) Wen i step up in da club i get hyphy b like wat I cut it up - f**k it up - stuff it up - roll it up - puff it up Boy im tryin a buss a nut holla at baby wats wit it Fuk wit it ill bust n***as dat s**s and bucks wit it Im nutz wit it stupid d-u-m-b keep a b**h broke like huey mc Im a p-i-m-p straight up out the V the bay u now im straight Ain't nobody bad like me ain't nobody sav like me I keep it c.u.t. t.h.r.o.a.t ish u ain't notice punk b**h im the coldest Gimme ya rolex its d** for the rich no chips i ain't got no luv for the b**h Im thug for the chips my frito lays swoop shorty in da cutty Roll and showem they stupid ol ways gucci them j's Stuey is how we come bust a lung n***a get supid go dumb (chorus)