Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Huckabuck, artist - Sean Price. Album song Master P, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.07.2007
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
The Huckabuck |
| «This is not a competition it’s a cooperation. |
| Stupid ass house nigga |
| I can’t see you though bitch, you see me |
| The devil is a motherfuckin liar |
| Cause you know I ain’t worried, beeotch |
| You don’t like it? |
| Kiss my ass you don’t like it. |
| It’s my house» |
| Ayo, listen, ayo |
| Gather 'round motherfuckers and stop the bullshittin' |
| 'Fore I go gun-ho, fo'-fo'n and fo'-fifthin |
| Don’t make a difference to Sean grippin the cronz |
| Guns up, thumbs up, motherfucker the Fonz |
| Sean’s, throw the 3 like Abdul Jabbar |
| You too old to be rappin, how true you are |
| Throw your punk ass in front of a moving car |
| Sticks and stones break bones, words don’t hurt me pa |
| Listen! |
| Jack and Jill went, up The Hill |
| They got, to' back by Fizzy Womack and Bill |
| Amazing grace, eat the food off your plate |
| Wash it down with some milk bitch, you know how I’m built |
| Sean Price is the negro, Lou Ferrigno |
| Incredible flow, bitch I’m lettin you know |
| I’m the Boot Camp general, the veteran spoke |
| Remember the Alamo flow, goin for broke |
| «I come in the name of Jesus by the power of the Holy Spirit |
| Don’t matter how you got with me |
| If you, if you down, doin what I’m talkin 'bout doin |
| Lord needs to get this book open |
| Turn your diseased waters, and give to the poor |
| You’re fatherless as a widow, get up outta the penitentiary |
| And you down with that? |
| You ain’t down with that? |
| Then shut yo' God damn ass up!» |
| It go, as I combine all the shells from my 9 |
| Run up, gun up, gat is crackin your spine |
| Powerful impact, BOOM from the cannon |
| A new sheriff in town, clown I’m Reggie Hammond |
| I’m tryin to Get Rich or Die Tryin |
| You die tryin to get rich that’s where the 9 lined him |
| 'Burbs say with my wordplay I’m out of my mind |
| I’m at the herb gate and these niggas ain’t, sellin no dimes |
| Get, deep in your face Illuminati your grill |
| Body somebody, and jump in my Ducati and peel |
| I’m not like these other rappers |
| Flashin the pants dance steps, fuck a rapper |
| Ruck is after the gold, and after that the platinum |
| Beef after that, Hurricane Starang pack the gat son |
| Motherfucker, son of a bitch |