Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uninvited, artist - Mac Dre. Album song Everybody Ain't Able, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.06.2007
Record label: 40 Ounce
Song language: English
Uninvited |
Thirty-one double-O-seven was the code I got hit wit' |
I guess it’s time to go and do that Looie shit |
Stopped at the spot and then hit the sto' |
Because the gin and ice got me perkin' in the studio |
When I hit the spot tops drop Glocks cocked |
I hope it ain’t no funk cause the Looies on the block |
Hope you’re givin' up love, or givin' up dap |
The homie from the Looies is quick to pull your cap |
Thirty-one double-O-seven was the code I got hit wit' |
I guess it’s time to go and do some more Looie shit |
Gotta hit the store and get me a Vega |
Cause you know when a Looie smoke, a Looie smoke major |
We push in doors, snatch C-U drawers |
Took over stores and mack punk trick whores |
My Looies done paged and I’m smashin' |
Blowin' big bomb in a fashion |
We be doin' this shit with a passion |
And your bitch blew me off for straight mackin' |
Now what you gone do when I hit that C-U |
Give up the money or get Big Bar after you |
Ric' ain’t for play, the Glock is gone spit |
And chop a nigga like a trick |
Crestside nigga on the real-a, all about my scrilla |
Dope rhymesayer out the town an- (and I’m a peel ya?) |
So don’t test the thirty-one double-O-seven vet |
Wreck the playa haters off they set |
Back 'em up cause ain’t nathan but that C-side |
And we ride so deep, playa hatas run and hide |
It’s high performance when we slide |
You might catch me in that fifty drive |
Crestside nigga in this game it won’t stop |
Back 'em up, cause niggas know we hiccup |
Them fifty-caliber Eagles, dumpin' out that Regal |
It’s Rico, you know, nathan nice from the North Pole |
Backin' niggas down for real, that’s how I get that scrill |
Damn, I left my mask at home |
Should I straight face this fool or just leave 'em alone? |
Nah, it ain’t like that |
It’s the Looie Crew nigga and I’m out to get fat |
Fat is what I’m talkin' bout, a hundred Gs or betta' |
Witnesses, they’ll all get wet up |
Uh! |
Nobody left to tell |
All you snitch ass niggas get sent straight to Hell |
Uh! |
Looie, Looie, Looie, Looie |
Looie, Looie, Looie, Looie |
I used to sell yayo on the streets of the three Cs |
But now I slang game on cassettes and CDs |
I rips and flips cats with stacks of raw raps |
Attack them saps that steady flaps and jaw-jack |
I’m all that, and I got Mac Mall’s back |
Fumbled in ninety-two but now I got the ball back |
And runnin' suckas over with that R-A-P |
Cause I’m the M-V-P, and a G, from the V |
They can’t see me cause I’m in too deep |
Sellin' em half a million like my boy Jay Tee |
And really representin' that Northern Cali, hoe |
I’m from the Crest, north side of Vally-joe |
Up from the O, down to San Jo' |
Up to Sacto, up to Frisco |
Everybody knows Mac Dre’s a factor |
Takin' this rap thang to the next chapter |
I rap to funky beats that rock ya |
Made by Khayree, brotha of the Rocker |
I sock ya with these blows of game |
That’s potent like a joint of that doja mayne |
Doja mayne, doja mayne |
It’s the Looie Crew nigga, never fuck with caine |
Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew |
What you gonna do when come for you? |
Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew |
What you gonna do when come for you? |
I ride by with my fists high in the sky |
And bust U-ies, and only smoke with the Looies |
I ride by with my fists high in the sky |
And bust U-ies, and only smoke with the Looies |