Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Akickdoe! , by - C-Murder. Song from the album Best Of C-Murder, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Akickdoe! |
| Yo c-murder |
| Nigga you woke? |
| Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga. |
| Pass the weed (ok) |
| We gon’head up interstate 10 |
| We gon’pick up pimp c, and bun b (that's my niggas there) |
| We gon’get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it We gon’handle our business |
| We gon’smoke |
| We gon’make it back to the n.o. |
| Cuz u know whut? |
| Us south niggaz don’t playa hate |
| We got love from the south, east, west, to the nizorth |
| But it’s your time baby |
| We gon’handle our business |
| And we gonna do this shit like g’z |
| We gonna represent the gizame |
| Ya heard me? |
| This game fucked up I ain’t got no friends |
| I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz |
| Ugh, and i’m a real nigga |
| Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga |
| Lay it down muthafucka because i’m bustin’for mine |
| Take that ine everytime and i ain’t try to dine |
| Niggaz dyin’podarthur (huh nigga what?) |
| Thank that i’m playin? |
| (huh nigga what?) |
| Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what i’m sayin' |
| Ugk and c-murder |
| Cadillac and a tank (master p) |
| Bout to fade the platinum |
| Smoke some dank and some drank |
| But bitch luv me when i come to your city |
| Serve my dick out her pussy |
| And bust my nuts on her titties |
| Ugh, it’s just a matter of time before i’m up in your house |
| With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth |
| Now get your mind right nigga (mind right) |
| And make a pimp bitch |
| And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch) |
| I’m bout ta pull akickdoe! |
| (ugggggggghhhhhh!) |
| Lay down on the flo'(flo') |
| Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) |
| They try to run up in the manger (run up) |
| Now hold oon bun b I see me p and c in danger (danger) |
| Just like the atf, pd, and texas rangers |
| Fuckin’with me and my middle fanga. |
| But to this shit nigga we ain’t strangers |
| But i gotta bust my magnums |
| Gotta gage these pistols |
| Hand grenades, and land mines |
| Chopper smoke bombs and missiles |
| Some of them bitches whistle |
| Some of them bitches silent |
| But all them bitches handle business |
| All of them violent |
| Bout it bout it and dangerous |
| Soldiers that wanna gang with us Bang with us, hang with us Get that no limit slang with us I came to bust every ass in my way till it’s over |
| So get the chip off your shoulder |
| Feature this |
| I done told yah |
| We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin’conflicts |
| Nigga i can see that you got plicked |
| Sit down and take a time trip |
| This ain’t nothin’ta sneeze at The fear in your eyes i see |
| Bitch where’s the key’s &g'z at? |
| Lay it down muthafucka |
| Everybody gotta go Give me the loot is what i tell 'em |
| When i kick in the doe' |
| Nigga i’m mad at the world |
| For my lack of havin’papers |
| Fuck the law and the cops |
| Cuz i’m down for a caper |
| Some say we dangerous |
| Especially when we broke |
| I’m mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin’for dope |
| I just live for confetti |
| You see i’m daily like freddy |
| You see i run through your house and leave it messy like messy |
| I got to much choice in my head |
| I wanna take my own life |
| My last chance is a 211 |
| But it got me thankin’twicee |
| It’s a drought right now |
| So these drugs ain’t happenin' |
| And if it wasn’t for no limit |
| There would be no money or rapping. |
| You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g’z |
| The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze! |
| You see you can’t trust nobody in this dope game |
| Keep your eyez on your enemies |
| Stack some chips and get out man. |
| Give me a ski-mask, a 9 |
| I’ll be a down ass nigga |
| And watch me pull a flee-flicker |
| And make my cheese get bigger |
| If i get caught it’s 25, but that don’t mean shit |
| Cuz if i go to jail it’s gotta be better than living like this |
| Nigga 2 shots in the air |
| Cuz i ain’t bout bein’broke |
| And if you bout i make a move |
| Nigga, everybody gotta go Just some bout it niggaz from new orleans |
| With tapes hooked up C-murder, master p, and ugk |
| Now nigga what? |