Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scummy, artist - Crucial ConflictDate of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scummy |
| You know it’s time to get 'em on |
| No doubt about it we gettin' scummy |
| You know we get 'em up early but we got 'em scummy |
| You know it’s time to get 'em on, early in the morn' |
| Leavin' 'em scummy, tried the ground’s rollin' on |
| Take it to the dome, lick 'em up like billy jumpin' passin' baby |
| I’m fired up, just got up, so what up, shoot’em up on the 8 flow |
| Twenty if yo to the left, 6−8 I’m still fresh |
| 55 steez I turned express, in the motel, well again |
| Problem son a fiend of Henn pump it up at the hang out |
| I’m about to begin |
| Scummy, mummy, I’m about to get my money |
| Who got some on it, on the real I’m on, comes home with me |
| Trippin' out with my homies, just chillin' with Tenderonies |
| No question, we gots to get 'em on, no if’s, and’s, or what’s about it |
| No Diggity, No Doubt it’s a must and plus I’m just Bout It |
| Shoutin' Scummy, 1−2-3−4 Rodeo in the door kickin' Conflict |
| All in the lick for the dub see, world wide scumminess |
| Cause I know ya… |
| Kilo be scummie mayn, hustle grounds, wit' a Mack maintain |
| Wagon rollin', posse swolen, hustle keep that potent game |
| Blowin' thru that wild style punk in the trunk |
| Watch all the flict get, get swayed |
| Do ya thang, thang, movin' past it, keep drivin' me crazy |
| Try to phase me, please understand it |
| I was raised on cornbread and yams man |
| Sick a, sick a country jams, nut graded pick is what I am |
| Gotta deal wit' it or kill it skillie |
| Bitch or no chasin', watch 'em fill it |
| So steal, you off your square playa, give it up |
| Phone your spirit |
| You know how your hustle be on, like Perignon |
| Can’t wait for the party to come around |
| Wanna get buck get up on the babysitter |
| Get the trucks for the tight ass and then |
| Gitty up (alright), all day (all nite), all across the nation |
| When it’s on (take 5), we gone (outside) |
| Universal vacation, scummy that is |
| What’s it be like, cause I’m never rest to die, pack for real |
| Canibus smell up in my gear |
| Gimme Q-tips so I can clean my ear |
| Hear, (what I’m gonna say), what I’m gonna say you just might fear |
| Leave 'em in bitch said free this year |
| Everyone toss up Dubs a tear, appear |
| (to be nice), to be nice, the scummy live |
| We Gitty up hollar Flict, laughin' bout song that we did |
| (doodle-oooh), Who hoggin'? |
| Give me a squeeze |
| You know it’s time to get’em on, early as it is |
| (Scummy!) Is what the playa’s say |
| When they bendin' thru the keg |
| Got a head fo' any kinda hay |
| And wait can’t Duoble Williams way, hey Randy |
| It don’t matter, all them fine and dandy |
| Bend this block so I can stop at the barn and chief some from Sandy |
| Party over here, it’s time to shower, the place dried up |
| Cause I just got paid, comin' thru the door where Johnny may |
| In a bar criss cross Allisade, feelin' hip y’all known as gitty up |
| And throw my city, from the North to the South to the East to the West |
| Get scummy and the dope gon' tear it up |
| With the boldest crew bringin' down yo' roof |
| Still hollarin' that Flict |
| Make another brother ball up in a minute bring it to him |
| Steady runnin' thru ya crew, dumpin' up in 'em, in 'em |
| And break 'em off right quick |
| Any time right now, I’m tweaked to the beat |
| Fallin' asleep, up in the party meet, body heat |
| Tryin' to move my feet to the beat gitty up wit' a freak |
| Still know my P’s and Q’s, if you snooze ya lose |
| Wait a minute, what’s up fool? |
| Slow down, before there be a Showdown |
| No disrespect but you brothas know the rules |
| It’s cool, we could get our swerve on |
| Strokin' on, the illa of a killa |
| For real-a, when my ace go boom |
| Bump in a barn, hit 'em wit' a smoke alarm |
| No harm |