K-POP Lyrics Song

E-40Gargoyle Serenade

Scrapin the pavement with his knuckles gorilla like with it
Run a background check bet you they say he livid
He got a voice out there mayne He don't wear a muzzle
West coast fixture disrespect him you in trouble
Niggarish nigga dig that with a shovel
Broccoli in the air gathered up in a huddle
'Bout to blast off like a space shuttle
RealHustlersUnitecom born in the struggle
Cain't be weak gotta earn your keep
Gotta stay woke while everybody else asleep
Cause they dusty mayne
they dirty mayne they'll try and sneak
Creep up on you from beind and make yo' melon leak
Watch yo' back and yo' front
Gotta pack the kind of guns that hunters use to hunt
Braveheart not a punk
It can go down at any time be prepared for funk
I was built for this shit seen cats get peeled in this shit
for either flappin they lips or warrin over a chick
Either that or they snitch or owe somebody some chips
Used to flea flick and pitch fucked around and got rich
So damn focused ferocious man
I don't know if y'all noticed
I'm tryin to bubble like sodas it's funky like halitosis
Stanky gritty no pity it's a killer in every city
On the ave where it's mannish posted up with the many
Uhh Back from a leave of absence
Got the block pregnant now it's havin contractions
All boys not girls like the Braxtons
Sellin that white like the Kardashians
On the track like a weave Loaded as fuck geeked
Got a pint of that there oil and a zap of broccoli
And I wish a bitch WOULD try to slide through I'm ready
I'ma send him back in a box and
I ain't talkin 'bout a Chevy
I'm totin somethin heavy that'll fuck a fucker UP
A cinnamon roll look like a snake curled up
Ka ka ka ka ka ka goes the hundred round drum
WOOOOOO the amba lambs here they come
Flatlined folks cryin My baby was an angel sir
But little did she know that her lil' devil was a finagler
A robber a thief a stealer always into somethin
A peeler runnin from the po' po'
and the soil he had it comin
BEOTCH BEOTCH
Scrapin the pavement with his knuckles gorilla like with it
Run a background check bet you they say he livid
He got a voice out there mayne He don't wear a muzzle
West coast fixture disrespect him you in trouble
Niggarish nigga dig that with a shovel
Broccoli in the air gathered up in a huddle
'Bout to blast off like a space shuttle
RealHustlersUnitecom born in the struggle
Cain't be weak gotta earn your keep
Gotta stay woke while everybody else asleep
Cause they dusty mayne
they dirty mayne they'll try and sneak
Creep up on you from beind and make yo' melon leak
Watch yo' back and yo' front
Gotta pack the kind of guns that hunters use to hunt
Braveheart not a punk
It can go down at any time be prepared for funk
I was built for this shit seen cats get peeled in this shit
for either flappin they lips or warrin over a chick
Either that or they snitch or owe somebody some chips
Used to flea flick and pitch fucked around and got rich
So damn focused ferocious man
I don't know if y'all noticed
I'm tryin to bubble like sodas it's funky like halitosis
Stanky gritty no pity it's a killer in every city
On the ave where it's mannish posted up with the many
Uhh Back from a leave of absence
Got the block pregnant now it's havin contractions
All boys not girls like the Braxtons
Sellin that white like the Kardashians
On the track like a weave Loaded as fuck geeked
Got a pint of that there oil and a zap of broccoli
And I wish a bitch WOULD try to slide through I'm ready
I'ma send him back in a box and
I ain't talkin 'bout a Chevy
I'm totin somethin heavy that'll fuck a fucker UP
A cinnamon roll look like a snake curled up
Ka ka ka ka ka ka goes the hundred round drum
WOOOOOO the amba lambs here they come
Flatlined folks cryin My baby was an angel sir
But little did she know that her lil' devil was a finagler
A robber a thief a stealer always into somethin
A peeler runnin from the po' po'
and the soil he had it comin
BEOTCH BEOTCH

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