Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song From Sac To The Boonies , by - Luni ColeoneRelease date: 04.10.2004
Song language: English
From Sac To The Boonies |
| It’s that California Livin', Young Black Brotha |
| Boatin' that '73 Chevrolet burnin' rubberrrr |
| Like my nigga, Rich the Fact |
| Nigga it’s the Mac in the back of the 'Lac |
| Soakin' tact, big indo many clouds of smoke |
| Make old school dance when I dip and yoke |
| It’s like M-A-C D-R-E |
| Way up in KC with the boy Arby |
| Yeah biatch, it’s presidential |
| On the under chronic comin' through in a rental |
| I’m undetected, I come protected |
| Two 4−4 pistols, a mask and vest biatch |
| Down and dirty, the cuddies call me Curty |
| From Mark and Leonard to Howe and Hurley |
| From Missouri don’t worry we keep it ragooey |
| MD and Luni, from Sac to the Boonies |
| We gangsta niggas ready for some tension |
| Fool we ain’t trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin' |
| Pimpin' what does it mean? |
| Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x) |
| (Luni) |
| They call me Coleone thug real McCoy |
| I’m a rider bout mine cuz trust ya boy |
| Get shit crackin' like eggs in a pan on fry |
| This do or die lifestyle got my brain on high |
| I hit the city streets mean mug, chip on my shoulder |
| Young punks they mug back but ain’t no balls in these soldiers |
| I’m in the Mid-West, KC, N-O-K-C |
| Every show, every in-store the ho framed me |
| Coleone (got game?) Hell yeah by the pound |
| Niggas hate (On my name) |
| Cuz they hoes crack smiles (What a shame) |
| Pimp nigga how ya do that there |
| Talk a bitch up out her check book and the weave in her hair |
| I bust rap cats in lips on a square ass nigga |
| Getting grub in an old school with a dent in the fender |
| Me and Mac Dre bitch stayin' on our toes |
| What, what, what, what they call me Coleone! |
| We gangsta niggas ready for some tension |
| Fool we ain’t trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin' |
| Pimpin' what does it mean? |
| Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x) |
| (Mac Dre) |
| We global, travel the bubble duckin trouble |
| Don’t make us get the bury body shovel |
| We vicious, dumpin' bodies in ditches |
| And runnin pimp game on these punk ass bitches |
| (Luni Coleone) |
| Yeah, I’m the mack of the year like placa bitch |
| My guys they drive by with the best of the clip |
| Coleone, young creeper flippin shit like chitlins |
| Ragglin, scragglin, and cappin' I’ma handle my business |
| (Mac Dre) |
| We dog niggas, straight hog niggas |
| Well connected and when we call niggas |
| It goes down, down, bodies bein' found |
| Gangsta mack shit that’s how we clown |
| (Luni Coleone) |
| And we down, like 4 flex on a fucked up hoopty |
| Big bread and get big head from a fine ass hoochie |
| They call me, nah fuck it can’t waste my time |
| Nuts hangin like cellulite on yo' grandma’s thighs |
| We gangsta niggas ready for some tension |
| Fool we ain’t trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin' |
| Pimpin' what does it mean? |
| Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x) |