Anybody feat. Tre Eight,Stan Blackshire

歌詞

(feat. Tre Eight, Stan Blackshire) [Doc] Yeah, we in the spot all G'd up L-O-C'd up, blaze the weed up Before you get shot and stucc and fucced You know my nigga Tre sell dope around the way You know my nigga Griff, he got them beats that hit You know my nigga Reg, he smoke out to the head He got connects on straps, I got connects on hoodrats And we paid in the worst way To be the first way the only way To get paid and to get niggas sprayed Cuz I don't give a fucc about you, about ya crew Don't give a fucc about that shit you say you do Cuz I've been there It's like that shit that I wear With my rag on, my sag on, my 45 mag on And in them dice games I hit liccs And with them hoes my dicc is all against they lips It ain't nothin but that gangsta shit I bust two in your face then dip mutha fucca dip [Chorus] (Tre] Anybody wanna get down they know [Doc] That me and my G's got haet on L-O-C [Tre] Anybody wanna come up they know [Doc] That me and my G's got pounds and keys [Tre] Anybody wanna spit the gangsta flow [Doc] Then Odysea got the heat for those [Tre] Anybody wanna fucc the Bombay hoes [Doc] Get at me, or get at Tre, or get at Foe Loc [Stan] It's easy as a lyric It's easier than hoes It's bomber than that weed I smoke And I sells just like yayo It's easy as a lyric It's easier than hoes It's bomber than that weed I smoke And I sells just like yayo [Doc] Yeah yeah ugh Now the second verse Is more complex than the first one Based on the fact it could hurt somethin I came across this thicc ass bitch While I was maxing in L.A. swearin she rich With perfect tits and an ass that won't quit Came fully equipped with them dicc succin lips Man I can't front I had to share her with the homie Had me havin dreams about East Side's Tony Flyin bacc in forth in between the shows Ridin her bacc and forth, even the other hoes, man The shit that make a staight bitch stomach turn But get it curious to learn I recommend the Hyatt on Sunset The room service bring Prawns and you can keep the pussy wet The baddest ho from my set Keep the hook up with coke macs', hoodrats, and intertacts [Chorus] [Doc] Yeah yeah...yeah Now the last thing a nigga do Is set the record straight Don't let none of those and shake the fake negroes Look at the weed I smoke...see the bomb shit And all this Gin 'll have a mutha fucca sicc Like Nicholas Cage when he was Leaving Las Vegas See doom out there and all the hoes they got is outrageous Get bitches up in the North Town and bring 'em to the Strip It's funny how they tired of this shit But eager for dicc like I be eager for the clit But don't trip cuz they come when I want but don't force the shit With lyrics worth a grip, Mr. Doc's the licc Bombay's hittin so my hands on your lips, like my dicc Or like my little homie Lunatic Be havin lyrics with a twist like this My average day cuz it's to countin the grip Whether it's from hoes or my mutha fuccin music [Chorus] [Tre talking with clappin in the baccround] Yeah! Ha! We'd like to thank all ya'll for comin out tonight To all my niggas rolls...hoes Especially the ones in the front row Wait up, wait...matter fact, especially her Ay! Ay! Somebody help her up Come on yeah yeah yeah yeah Odysea out Ay what's your name girl Yeah come on