Rick Rock - Mayhem lyrics

Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout(2x) [E-40] Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets Stocking caps Ski masks, loced out murder one cla**es Those new Wallabe's, hocked up, Chuck Taylors Permanent creased five-oh-one jeans Throw away his real ooze machines, Chinese AK zooms, razorblades Jerry Curls, fingerwaves, and French braids Labeled him sinner look out for that motherf**er he might rob ya n***as come tatted up head in a body slang [Big Bonna] Well it's your n***a Big Bonna n***as be creepin up on ya Goin for the jugular, n***as trying to slug ya Catch a n***a doing all kinds of nasty things Ohh what I feel is mayhem brings You see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottie Got the whole town wonderin who the f** shot him Lookin for the body, tell me what they found His head in Richmond the rest in the V-town [A-1] Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red up Bout my co*k this tech nine and get you wet up blue So what the f** they want to do Seem like we got the vas of these n***as Caught cash and thought we was through So f** this old bat sh**, I'll get the gat b**h And probably blow your brains out Looking to get my cap fit Thinking they all acted up and while I'm at yo a** I'll probably put these f**in slugs in yo a** Chorus 2x: [E-40 (Big Bonna)] Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckus Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets (If you can't beat us, then join us) Get on the team Street sweepers, grenades, rifles, and M-1-sixteens [E-40] It's a cold piece of work out this way Cause the way n***as are in the baby plan ain't too safe n***as will run up in yo car and try to take your face Move up out the plan so I trust no one take nothing for granted {?} expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly like Jed Clampett Dammit, us n***as is deep and new improved like techs Found out where he slept and laid his wave cap Tycoon decisions, it's really too bad That those b*atches found our bills Sit up at the roundtable and discuss Jurisdictional boundaries and territory issues [A-1] By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots So who got six n***as next to carry Off these wanna be's, n***as they gonna see And if you motherf**ers want some, then 'tach on to me [Big Bonna] You see these n***as can't flip doing things that sick (like what) Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own sh** But I love a little mayhem f** it, we can do it Don't let me get off that ma**o candy and some fluid Chorus [E-40] Uh uh - A element of surprise, gettin my gig on Split yo house in half, with a dreadlock wig on When you do ya hot ones, shoot low Cause it's a reflection programmed in the rolls Til automatics hit the floor Dump, bust, blast, barefaces Strike, dip, mash - like a mental patiet Run, quick, fast, and in a hurry (biaatch) Don't worry forty vision ain't blurry [A-1] It's like military issues, make you wish you never got in Cause now I'm stalkin n***as like a b**h do Can only ride so long with that fake sh** I take sh** To the limit with no gimmick in ninety-eight b**h So f** what you say, and f** what you play I down it straight and can't wait to hear what you b**h n***as gotta say If I can't keep it real you can k** me so feel me cause I bring things to the game for my scuzzie [Big Bonna] We'll kick a n***as door in, hit and lick you brags Now you ridding in a fan, pulled tight and gag Then they pullin up out the Glad Bags, the hefty type (But you n***as ain't got no kind of idea what a chopped up body looks like) Then them n***as start to pull down your Levis And bust you in the head with ruger P 85's Call a mortician, call mark cla** Somebody in this motherf**er bout to come up missin, best believe (chorus)2x Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x