Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get The Dick, artist - Bizarre. Album song DJ Smokey Gray Presents Compilation Album Volume 9, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: No Money
Song language: English
Get The Dick |
Them niggas try to rob me could GET THE DICK |
All them bitches try to play me they GET THE DICK |
Niggas try to jump B.U. |
can GET THE DICK |
We gon’bang when I see you so GET THE DICK |
Have you ever seen a show with niggas on the mic |
With one minute rhymes that don’t come out right |
They bite, they never write, that’s not polite |
I got great skills |
And if my record sells 8 mil |
I’ma still smoke weed, get dusted, get drunk and take pills |
Fast gun play gon’get you blast one day |
Fucking with Zee, it be today mothafucka |
Newark like a sitcom for no brains |
???, Jettin from? |
trains |
Slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee |
With half a forty, feel like the walls is moving towards me Till I die from old age |
I’ll be pullin girls up to suck my dick right on the stage |
So stop talking, get them old jelli’s walking |
'Fore I call Pace celly walkman, and tell him yall been |
Acting iffy, and its really starting to piss me And like popcorn, my nigga’s be here in a jiffy |
Will all the Mack 10's step beside me We gon’start wylin and kill everybody |
To you fronting ass bitches GET THE DICK |
To you booty ass labels GET THE DICK |
To you corny ass rappers GET THE DICK |
To all you mothafucka’s GET THE DICK |
Have you ever seen a show with niggas on the mic |
With one minute rhymes that don’t come out right |
They bite, they never write, that’s not polite |
Pace Won, Mr. Perfect, I take a warm shower |
Make a condo, out of saw powder |
Make the sun eclipse at the born hour |
I’m a wizard at this shit like Juwon Howard |
Put my gun up in the ass of crews |
and start to spray, gotta pay massive dues |
So I take Emcee’s that pass the rules |
And fly them into space like NASA do |
I’m a, weed lover, going deep cover |
Tricking these goofy ass ho’s I need rubbers |
Your favorite nucker, flow butter |
Niggas get mobbed, leave with they clothes cut up |
'When you comin’what they askin me |
'You fresh to no limit like Master P' |
I be keepin shit milky like? |
cream |
Pace Won, blaze one, and I’m? |
fiends mothafucka |
To yall fag ass cops GET THE DICK |
To you bitches on the block GET THE DICK |
To you fake weed spots GET THE DICK |
And yall niggas without glocks GET THE DICK |
Have you ever seen a show with niggas on the mic |
With one minute rhymes that don’t come out right |
They bite, they never write, that’s not polite |
If your flow is kinda doo-doo |
I more filthier than white bums from Newark (brick city!) to Honolulu |
More wine than cherry, raspberry, apple-cranberry, strawberry |
Muthafuckin flows extraordinary |
Your bitch ass will get bodied and buried |
By this slick walking, talking, rhyming dictionary |
Gimme your mind, let me? |
one |
Fairly handsome, blackened like temper tantrums |
Spittin like automatic handguns, |
You can’t run |
Your style is more garbage than Shirley Manson |
You got a platinum single, roll me your money |
I’m bummy but I bet I can get your bitch to beat my dick for me Doin drive-bys in less than 2 minutes |
And I know one of these houses on the block |
got your fuckin family in it And what’s the worstist, is y’all niggas gon’need nurses |
I collect money on your block, like ushers at churches |
No matter where your boys go, nigga I’ma get 'em |
You can ask? |
Funeral Home, how much business I be sendin 'em |
You forgot bitch nigga, I know where you stay |
Loaded AK, get little Johnny out the way |
Bet you these bats gauruntee your ass won’t be walking |
I rock '98 Suburbans while you push cars from the auction |
You don’t wanna see Bizarre Kid get dumb |
I beat a bitches ass when I’m in a good mood |
so imagine if I’m in a bad one |
You better duck when I pull this nine |
I done shut up your block so many times |
All I see is For Sale signs |
They say these cats only got 9 lives, |
But Dardin took 8, so tonight you diiiiiie |
GET THE DICK |
yeah yeah yeah GET THE DICK |
yeah Bizarre yeah GET THE DICK |
All you fuckers in Detroit GET THE DICK |
Have you ever seen a show with niggas on the mic |
With one minute rhymes that don’t come out right |
They bite, they never write, that’s not polite |
You dummies |
The reason bitches want me to spend money |
Just to spread 'em like Gin Rummy |
I’m Ya Ya Holier than Roshashana |
With baby mama’s that’s pro black like the Sada |
The lover large and at peace with his god |
Behind bars, yall nigga’s sittin close with the gaurds |
Fucking with yall, I’m always catchin charts |
Yall won’t let us box, yall wanna run and tell the Sarge |
Life’s short, I play hard |
See your crew on the streets, |
better know I won’t hesitate to spray yall |
I keep a rifle killing you and everybody looking like you |
Fag, it’s a never ending cycle |
Can’t nobody come and save you when I start shit |
My lead is like Kryptonite to them Clark Kent’s |
I rip a crew with dust and liquor too |
Too despicable |
Toss you off the terace on ritaloo (ritual) |
I rise like Christ |
The third knight on mics |
But it ain’t Easter |
It’s only death when I meet you |
so GET THE DICK |