Originoo Gunn Clapazz - Blah lyrics

I'm a professional I'm a professional I'm a professional... [top dog] You must be blind and deaf To think that you can test Originoo gunn clappz 2 to yo chest (pumm! pumm!) May the buddha bless you where they rest you Underground, where you hear the sound Bucktown! Home where we roam Pack mad chrome So n***as watch your dome-piece Or you just might just catch 2 shots to your motherf**in head Batty bwoy gwan dead [ruck] Time for some action Dick in yo mouth satisfaction I pull it out you breathe again like toni braxton I'm askin n***as, but i'm blastin n***as Yo we pa** dem n***as, so the ruck just laugh at n***as My mind ills off rhyme sk**s and nine mills So i'll drill styles that keep the mine filled Blunts get smoked and chumps get choked When they try to quote the notes that b-i-g ruck wrote So ah make way for the master blaster Who blast past ba*tards, cuz my sh**'s mastered,uh Chorus: Blah! like this Blah! like that The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz Blah! like this Blah! like that The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz Blah! like this Blah! like that The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz [louieville sluggah] Well it's the louieville sluggah motherf**a Straight outta bucktown! Word to mother, sh** is real f**in' with this crowd Times is hard, n***as do need a bodyguard To block the body scars, bootcamp always stand in charge I brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger n***as All them bigger n***as scared to d**h of all us little n***as And smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our backs So n***a grab ya gat, cuz you could catch a head clap Slap the n***a face up and down, take the smile off ya face Or catch 2 strays straight to ya face You punk p**y, you's a rookie I'ma play your a** like a hot day of hookie, so push me I'll stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth The truth you shoulda let loose (chorus) [rock] Ayo, go get your boys Tell 'em bring the noise if ya want want it (f** dem n***as!) Try and run up on this n***a that stay blunted That n***a rock still livin' ill I will k** at will And fill you up from yo gut to yo grill (tell em sam, tell em sam) Nah, man that be my grandpops I slam cops for glocks And buck shots all over your block I can't believe there really be non-believers Who wanna see the rock give 'em growing pains like mike seaver (nah mean) Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the originoo gunn clappaz So act up, we strapped (what!) Boot camp's thick in this b**h Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff sh** [starang] n***as get crushed into dust, they can feel the wrath plus f** around and get that a** bust Standin in the back ya wondered and ya frightened f**in with the starang ya face the thunder and the lightnin Awesome, tossin' n***as like steve austin n***as get baked like beans that's straight from boston And my glocks make sh** hot, cops get More nervous than thursdays on the box And every now and then a s**a trys to attack Heltah skeltah plays the front, gunn clappaz in the back So act, like you want the mac to ya grill Embrace my face it's k** or be k**ed (chorus) Like this like this like this like this like this like that It's the heltah skeltah gunn clappaz Blah this, blah that, like this like that...