Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitch Boy, artist - Spider Loc. Date of issue: 05.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bitch Boy |
| This bitch boy can not see me |
| Listen to the way I rhyme |
| On the streets I got that easy |
| This West Coast is mine |
| I got a hundred young niggaz wit me hollerin' 2 c’s |
| Wack and Pooh rider, them my niggaz from 2 p’s |
| I smashed in the 90's and I run into 2 g’s |
| You ain’t a gangbanger so you run in wit 2 tees |
| You hurricane stompin' with the flame bandana |
| In Compton they say you used to glaze Santana |
| You gave that up, and really start trippin' |
| And yo Doja could you tell me, what made ya start strippin'? |
| You did change your heart, and now it’s Piru |
| On DVD talkin like the downest Damu |
| But Doja, you know just as well as I do |
| The truth is the story that you tell is not true |
| Doja be in a gang for the last few years |
| And tried to go from tongue rings to them tattooed tears |
| Stop the frontin' You ain’t wit the funken at all |
| You really ain’t nuttin' more than dunkin' a ball |
| Rev Riders Red Rags |
| Everybody knowin' you a nobody that sound like everybody flowin |
| You ain’t got no background you talk about T.V. |
| If it ain’t about Tupac, It’s all about Easy |
| If it ain’t about Easy, It’s all about Fif and the Unit |
| I wonder who’s listenin' to it |
| Jumped on Dre’s dick and do nuttin to Yucmouth |
| Memphis Bleek or Joe Budden |
| I’ve come to the conclusion you got to be special or retarded |
| How the Fuck’d you get me started |
| But a war with the Loc, you don’t wanna try that |
| You steady goin' broke and gettin' butterfly tats |
| When Fosen died you lost ya G side |
| And I just spoke with G Malone and G Ride |
| And they said no bullshit, it’s on fo' real |
| You get popped, if you try to pop up on Brazil |
| Oh I’m from, that’s just how the politics go |
| I got a boss from New York that knows how to get doe |
| I’m a Loc from L.A. that knows how to kick flow |
| In big blue diamonds look how my shit glow |
| You don’t know, where I’m from |
| You don’t know, where you from |
| You can catch me in the Yukon hittin' on fire |
| Or pushin' up century, gettin' head from Mya |
| And I don’t really wanna let the Tec speak |
| So Bitch Boy, check your technique |
| And while your at that check the streets good |
| The Eastside Riders don’t fuck with Eastwood |
| You just a bad look for the Dymu’s |
| Tight drawers saggin', hatin' ya high school |
| G-Unit! |
| On the plaque of the lowrider |
| Da rats in the hood holla «Go Spidah!» |
| I’m from the most gang and I flow tighter |
| Take back the Bentley’s, go get a ghost rider |
| Jacion callin' for peace |
| he said it his self, you should call the police |
| If you ever see the G-Unit Crips, I’ma EC banger with G-Unit chips |
| I can tell that you hate it alot |
| But I’ma stay on top, if ya hate it or not |