| Throwing big blues on em all up on ya boo
|
| What you wanna do homie
|
| What you wanna do
|
| Say she wanna cruise homie
|
| Say she want to cruise
|
| So we on the move homie
|
| Yea she bout to drop that shit
|
| She bout to back that shit
|
| I’m bout to flip that shit
|
| I’m bout to pack that shit
|
| Yea she bout to drop that shit
|
| She bout to back that shit
|
| I’m bout to flip that shit
|
| I’m bout to pack that shit
|
| I’m slapping fools
|
| I’m apt in pool
|
| I’m back on bull
|
| Y’all just acting cool
|
| I’m not no fool
|
| So just stop the shit
|
| Let’s get high everybody
|
| Call me doctor nick
|
| Yea she popped the shit
|
| She wasn’t forgetting to swallow
|
| We ain’t messing with these shooters babe we getting a bottle
|
| I had to piss in a pothole
|
| Now I’m getting lit in a grotto
|
| With a couple fifths and some lotto tixs take a hit and I’m fabbo
|
| This that fresh shit that I’m kicking breakfast real quick fits click on a
|
| mission
|
| Yea yea
|
| Here it is
|
| Yea yea
|
| What a living
|
| On my toes when I’m tipping
|
| Everywhere I go I fit it bitch
|
| It just ends on em
|
| Wanna fake that funk don’t depend on em
|
| Playa
|
| Get a spliff get some dough get a rack
|
| I’m in your town where you at
|
| She bout to drop that shit
|
| She bout to back that shit
|
| I’m bout to flip that shit
|
| I’m bout to pack that shit
|
| She bout to drop that shit
|
| She bout to back that shit
|
| I’m bout to flip that shit
|
| I’m bout to pack that shit
|
| Throwing big blues on em all up on ya boo
|
| What you wanna do homie
|
| What you wanna do
|
| Say she wanna cruise homie
|
| Say she want to cruise
|
| So we on the move homie
|
| I was into Jelly beans
|
| Now I’m into fire arms and selling things
|
| Let me know when the shades out playa
|
| And I will quietly top Tommy way out playa
|
| Too hot for that
|
| On la playa I been kicking it like CONCACAF
|
| Don’t call me sire I’m just saying I just want the cash
|
| Two blunts on the dash
|
| Three on the pass
|
| Is that too much to ask
|
| Don’t crash it
|
| Nigga ain’t passive
|
| Little bit aggressive when I’m tripping for the cabbage
|
| Nigga you ain’t have it
|
| For these bad habits pick yo teeth off the ground
|
| Man my beat bout to pound |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stripper Tune , by - Old Man Saxon. Song from the album The Peacock Honey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп