Tim Dog - Stick 'Em lyrics

[Verse One] I got the digi-design, for you to focus right The chosen one, the club stayin open tonight I'm pokin tonight, bet it's a dime, let us parlay To the bar, get a drink, Belve' and lime Holla at the kid, ice skatin, standard deal Jewels bling so sick, got the whole party ill Overcrunk, clique more drunk than sober No punks over here, you'll be slumpin over Respect the gangster, and the drama that come with it Honest, there ain't another crew more dumb with it Got cash, pockets stay all fat co*k back blast, hot ish stay like that [Verse Two] I got the streets on lock listen, Clayborne don't stop, c'mon Clayborne just rock, uhh, listen Clayborne got your spot red hot And if you come against the group you might not make it out I don't need a fitted, just a mesh cap Bring your best rap son bring your best cats Cause we can bring the ruck', bring the dogs Bring the caravan, bring the noise We got the sickest toys and when we roll up Chickens go nuts, Taliban blow up Gotta be honest, I know your crew needs heat We can take your street, take you out, shake you out [Chorus: Tim Dog - repeat 2X w/ fourth line change] Brrrrr, stick 'em, ha ha-ha stick 'em You want beef we can get right wit 'em Brrrrr, stick 'em, ha ha-ha stick 'em 1 - Where the ladies at? Where the ladies at? C'mon 2 - Where my dogs at? Where my dogs at? C'mon [Verse Three: Kool Keith] I'm wearin new Wranglers, I'm the Boston Strangler Girls can you tame my love And while you hang in the bars, heard you came to rub My style spray the bug, keep close wanna stay with us People know who get paid with us I'm gettin down yo, I'm comin dangerous Two girls in the lane with us, women act strange with us Pack the trunk, bring them thangs with us Usin the flow yo, stop claimin us Takin three of me yo, you same'n us Let the speaker pump you jump bang with us Ladies move up start, swing with us Everything is nice and yo, off the chain with us Woman jam yo, you feel the pain with us Think I'm usin the words, you know I came to cuss To get laid in the cut, you know I'm paid to bust [Chorus] [Verse Four] Uhh, money will come, it's hard to go you slow You, not, knowin your role, I show I think, fast, I'm thinking quick Link, me up hit me off with the chip sh** I'm movin with dough, stick you glow you blow Lay on the flo', smash in your skull, so Clayborne henchmen airborne it's on Squeeze the pump cause he's a chump, uhh [Verse Five: Tim Dog] Yo, why you rappers wanna cop my chain Cause I'm ridin in the fo'-six Range Are you mad cause you way in the back of the #2 train? Yo, why you wanna make me bring the pain? Put two in your brain and then cop a pint in Spain Come back then drop the name a-gain Tim Dog don't stop the shame of fame I come through with it, not new with it Pa** you the mic cause I'm through with it