Lyrics Rigged - Dru Down

Rigged

I was hella drunk one night\nHad a gang of dope in the trunk that night\nAnd drivin with one headlight\nSaw some hoes by the bus\nThen hit a couple of donuts cause I like to have hoes on my nuts\nOne said 'fasten your seatbelt quickly'\nThat was a cap so that bitch could get with me\nI was drunk and she knew it\nWhen I speeded past police and that muthafucka T. Lewis\nI tried to smash but they swooped me\nI’m in first place, a high speed chase, I’m leavin em in my hooptie\nThe bitch mumbled «Let me out» (Hey, let me outta here!)\nTook a second look and she was chewin a half a ounce in her mouth\nI tried to pause and shit, she hit the fog\nI had jumped out quick and got ran over by a sidekick\nTask hit they brakes, too late\nRan straight into the sidekick, fucked up the bitch’s face\nI think the accident killed her\nBut that’s the first time a nigga got away drivin a fo'-cylinder\nThey called for re-inforcement\nI had a head-on collision with the police horsemen\nBounced, popped the trunk, got my dope\nAnd my forty ounce, and went for muthafuckin broke\nFinally made it to the spot, my nigga was hot\nHe had the clientele because he had the fat rocks\nSellin weight out your house (is a rigger)\nLettin a bitch keep your safe (now that’s a rigger)\nA fifth of gin to the face (there's a rigger)\n(It's just another burial ground you muthafuckas gotta dig up)\nServin narcs in the open (there's a rigger)\nA gang of niggas rollin craps (is a rigger)\nLeavin your house without your strap (there's a rigger)\n(It's just another burial ground you muthafuckas gotta dig up)\nKickin it with my niggas at the 'Twilight'\nZonin, must be on, this bitch won’t let me out her eyesight\nCause she been starin for a long-ass time, gee\nShe’s hella fine, a big behind, nice physique\nThinkin to myself: I gotta get her\nFigured this top-notch bitch had a nigga\nShe said he just quit her\nHer name was Sharlene and knew shit was she mean\nWith ass bustin all out her Guess jeans\nSeems kinda sprung on that Oak nigga (Where's your broad?)\nI don’t have one cause all these hoes are gold-diggers\nSo I ain’t lookin for a romance\nShe giggled a little and then she asked me do I wanna slowdance\nI started grabbin on that ass, hops\nBut when I felt on that cock I musta hit the jackpot\nCause a nigga came out swingin\nRight in the middle of a song that Levert fat-ass was singin\nHe snuffed the bitch in the mouth\nI got bumrushed to the ground when security kicked us out\nHe had me trapped, I couldn’t bounce\nPicked up a bottle from the ground and cramped his ass with a forty ounce\nNiggas buff as I park and hit\nHe was laid out on the ground with a lump in his dreads\nMy hands are red, I’m paranoid, man\nThe bitch had came out with some niggas to help her ex-boyfriend\nMy homie had got the sawed-off\nI grabbed the bitch by her throat and damn near chopped her jaw off\nI tried to scuffle but the nigga straight wrestled me down\nOn the ground, cause he had bigger muscles\nMy homie sprayed the shit like a chopper, gee\nI screamed out «Help!» cause I had a dead nigga on top of me\nPopped his homie, then we left the bitch\nBuckshots blew his whole muthafuckin chest to bits\nSellin weight out your house (is a rigger)\nLettin a bitch keep your safe (that's a rigger)\nA fifth of gin to the face (there's a rigger)\n(It's just another burial ground you muthafuckas gotta dig up)\nServin narcs in the open (there's a rigger)\nA gang of niggas rollin craps (that's a rigger)\nLeavin your house without your strap (is a rigger)\n(It's just another burial ground you muthafuckas gotta dig up)\nSo don’t slip, nigga\nLooney Tunes in this muthafucka\n(Is we?)\nGot to say what’s up to my partner C&H\nWhat’s up you ballin-ass nigga, you?\n(*shout outs*)\nThat nigga Dru muthafuckin Down\n(Givin that gat to them bitches, youknowmsayin?)\nStill the Pimp of the Year, youknowmsayin?