Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last of the Dinosaur, artist - CricetDate of issue: 02.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Last of the Dinosaur |
| I’m finna sit down and take a shot of mud |
| And think about how good it felt to parole and get on the Greyhound bus to |
| Clairemont California dog |
| Now the tongue is a sword, Pimping feels so good |
| You gone hate me when I pop this mothafuckin P so explosive see? |
| There’s some women out there, but they limited |
| And I could talk all night about bein a pimp but you ain’t gon get it |
| Here comes something else that came out, I’m finna take yo ass so deep |
| You gon' take seaweed for the rest of your life and be glad Suga Free came out |
| The last of the dinosaur |
| When a pimp pimp to his last breath and can’t pimp no more |
| Hoe here you go! |
| Don’t sit up there and tell me you didn’t do it |
| Bitch, cause I seen you with out the corner of my eye with my peripheral! |
| Oh you laughing?, Hoe I’ll tell your |
| Boyfriend you a prostitute, look bitch, so I’m asking |
| «Ay homie, Fuck Suga Free let’s kill him», «Naw dog |
| Stall him out I just broke up with my bitch, now I feel him» |
| I’ll prolly knock some bitches to this (last of a |
| Dinosaur!) (last of a |
| Dinosaur) |
| Naw I won’t make em like me no more |
| I prolly get some pussy for this |
| (Last of a dinosaur!), (last of a |
| Dinosaur!) ay cricket! |
| Sing that shit |
| Now we all know we can’t live with em & can’t live without em |
| It’s time to loc up n choke up the game and just finally talk about em |
| Wassup dago, cricket, I like that, that beat was money |
| And mainstream gon play me ask Bandit & Lil Bandit they my buddies |
| Four two to the front, for the niggas that shot |
| Lil Bandit I hope the Damus in the penn kill you punk |
| See I’m an ex-con, & if Tone tell me to do it |
| You best believe I’m a chalk mine up homie cause I’m a consider it done |
| Fuck that Black tone I’m FIRED UP, said somebody slipped |
| And willy tripped & chubbs told you that me & Ted was tied up |
| To begin with it’s LaneWay, bing bang bing |
| Act up Tone would make one phonecall & our our phones would ring |
| Ay cricket, nigga I could |
| Tell these niggas 30 times & they still won’t get it |
| Wassup Dago, wassup Pomona, Wassup Compton? |
| Whassup long Beach?, Wassup y’all, Suga Free |
| So you say a pimp is soft as cotton, rollin on Tony Braxton spokes |
| The type of nigga that be sittin there tellin Michael Jackson jokes |
| I didn’t ask for this bitch, hoe it fell my lap |
| I spit some game to Tony Lane & he gave me some dap |
| They call me Goodguy, Bitch you the bottom |
| But pimpin gon always be at the the top of this here food gain |
| E-forty fonzie Eathy, Bet Beela tell |
| You I’m off that window-pane doin one eecky feethty |
| And it’s gon snap all through the bay, so I want all ya’ll |
| Bitches to pull out your titties right now & say «suga Free boombyeyay!» |
| Something tell me Big Von that you ain’t gon see me swell |
| Overlookin water at the prison, bumpin KMEL |
| If Fillmoe leave me who we got? |
| I want Gangsta Brown & Tony Lane & Chubbs to carry my plot |
| Magazine in San Pablo is just like Holt |
| Go to the Bay & get some game, what you staying there for? |
| I’ll prolly knock a hoe to this (last of a |
| Dinosaur!) (last of a |
| Dinosaur) |