Lyrics Talkin' Shit - Dru Down

Talkin' Shit

What’s up motherfuckers\nI’m talkin major shit motherfuckin day, you feel\nI’m coming strait from the Oakland streets\nI got let u niggaz know when the end meets\nSo here we go come and take a ride with me\nIn the streets of the motherfuckin fifties\nFirst of all let me take you for a five-minute ride\nCome back for, one nigga just died\nAnd I don’t even trip of for shit\nThat it takes for a motherfuckin lick\nBe strong, stand tall, a hold your grounds up, be a mack like Dru Down\nA nigga who stands on his tiptoes\nAnd I love short hair fine hoes\nNappy hairs don’t remind me\nCause I’m blind just like Run DMC\nC and H don’t you like this shit a funky rap to another funky hit\nNiggaz wanna know about me\nThe capitalized serial killa a double D\nWell nigga back up take fifty feet\nUnless you want your teeth layin on the concrete\nCause am not playin no games\nNever did never will now what’s up mayn\nYou wan test some skills\nWell let’s test your skills on the real\nUh, nigga you ain’t shit\nA punk kissing ass and lickin on some dick\nAnd I knew by the way you move\nYou were switching the hips and perking them lips\nYou was a fagot ass bitch\nBut don’t trip cause a nigga like me just talkin shit\nYou feel that I’m talkin major shit bitch\nHa one two one two here I go with the flow\nNow what you got say about me talkin shit\nI aint never been to legit to quit\nCause a nigga like me is on the go\nAlways being real true to the hoe\nNever turn to the white man just a black man\nTo some brothers now you understand\nCause a nigga aint trippin no more of the white folks\nI just got to get my money on\nAnd this is out for you ballas\nShit, popo stay off the dick\nCause you motherfuckers keep on jackin\nI’m gonna get feed up, something gonna happen\nI may run and get tha AK take nine\nI dammed near forget to creep to the 4 five\nBut a nigga aint loose I get juice when it comes to me wearing toe boots\nIn case I got to throw AK to the shit\nAnd then I get crossed to check\nI don’t play no I don’t fuck around\n21 years in the Eastside Oak town\nI bet you couldn’t hang like I did\nBeing a mack pimp player at age ten\nBut science I was young and talk a little bit\nI listend up and when I spoke I talked major shit\nA well a brother like me feel bionic\nEvery time I’m puffin on a joint of the cronic\nYeah, I wear five nine dickies\nI’m sayin fuck 8 ball I drink Mickies\nSo peep this here I go\nI say whats up to my folks from the five O mail row\nAnd back cross two\nI aint forgot about my partners form the five 2, foo\nAnd we can keep it on the strive\nI throw a peace sign, for six five and six nine\nAnd I’m gona keep it on a go\nI wants some bounce lets go to seven nine eight O\nAnd yeah am talkin big shit\nRoll up the window come with me to the land and hit nine six\nAnd ride, and say whats up to my folks\nBut for me to say names that’s brother off\nAnd so we steady getting high buffin Marvin Gaywe\nAnd science we ridin throgh the streets hit nine eight\nEnd even I’m down the street around the block\nI can’t forget about my folks from Plymouth Rock\nwell I’m finished I’m quit through talkin shit,\nDon’t forget\nDru Down keeps guns and clips and clips and clips