Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Two Shots Of Henny , by - Mathematics. Song from the album The Problem, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.06.2005
Song language: English
Two Shots Of Henny |
| One cup of Henny’s, got me feeling good |
| Two cup of Henny’s, got the dick on wood |
| Three cup of Henny’s, got me stumblin', whoadee |
| Four cups, yeah, now it’s a party |
| Work your body, jerk your body |
| But please don’t hurt nobody |
| Work your body, jerk your body |
| (But please don’t hurt nobody) |
| I crack an L, when I roll it up, I puff inhale |
| Exhale, while I hold my nuts |
| I count the knot, while I fold it up |
| I put Queens on the spot, yeah, now watch me blow it up |
| I used to be a little nigga, now I’m growin' up |
| I’m buck, plus in the whip, yo, I throw the clutch |
| Gettin' nice on the bike, yo, I throws it up |
| Livin' in the fast lane, I’m a soldier, what? |
| I got the ice with the colder cut, got the dice to the point |
| That every time that I roll, it’s bucks |
| I got the mic to the point, that every time |
| That I flow, is nuts |
| I’m livin' life, like blow a butt |
| Four-five cigars keep niggas rollin' up |
| Four-five cars deep, when we rollin' up |
| Four-five in the jeep, leave you foldin' up |
| Four-five-six, freaks on these swollen nuts |
| Come here, bitch, let me hold your bust |
| Turn around, bend down, yeah, now let me mold ya butt |
| It ain’t nuthin' but a g-string, baby |
| Two big butt cheeks going crazy |
| I got that leak with the colder cut |
| Anytime you smell the stink in the air, man, you know it’s us |
| We get the drink and the head, man, you know we drunk |
| I’m all that, and a bag of chips |
| I’m all that, and a four-five mag of clips |
| On the strength, it’ll hit you from a block away |
| Got a cousin that’ll rip you out in Rockaway |
| Got a brother that’s locked away, ya’ll niggas was hot |
| Yesterday, but you’re not today |
| Had rocks yesterday, you don’t got today |
| Had the block yesterday, where the block today? |
| I’mma stop smoking and drinking, but not today |
| Pimp left, pimp right, pimp left, pimp right |
| Left, it’s going down, right, pimp left, pimp right |
| You can catch Flames at the bar, where the drinks |
| And the chicks at, Don P, walk by, you know I gotta get that |
| Throw a few lines, maybe later I can hit that |
| Fuck 'em low cups, bartender, where the pimp at? |
| Hen' on the rocks, got me tipsy |
| Old flame sayin' she missed me, tried to kiss me |
| I get that, Dutchies being rolled up, dog, let me hit that |
| Before the bounce, we smell it and then we gotta clip that |
| Open mic got up on the stage, and I ripped that |
| Now I’m in the bathroom, chicks lickin' where my dick at |
| Haters wanna kill me, all they do is grill me |
| Niggas that step up, get beat down quickly |
| Play the wall, only if a chick there with me |
| Beat her in the head, til the chick feel silly |
| Throwin' lines, like 'ma, I don’t want you to blow |
| And I know you got a man, we crush on the low, you know?' |
| Bitches get pierced like belly buttons |
| All my peeps and my fam in the telly fuckin' |
| And the d’s and the feds can’t tell us nothing |
| So if you rollin' with the God, let’s do something |
| Come on, with an L in my hand, I write a hell of a jam |
| We may have a knife, but we better than fam |
| Every time you see the Gods, they like where’s the charm? |
| If you knock 'em out the park, like Barry Bonds |
| I got a, scary pops and a scary moms |
| And I fuck with the hood, til we carry arms |
| Started personal, and I can’t stand these dudes |
| Just for speaking man-to-man, they starting family feuds |
| Step into the club |
| Where there’s sex and love and drugs |
| And the thugs, they love, to, bust slugs, ohhh |