Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Now You Know, artist - Threat
Date of issue: 13.01.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
So Now You Know |
Hit him with the Bop Gun one mo’time |
Gotta get another nine, even though I’m Color Blind |
Originator from the one-two created |
in the sixty-nine, so break off mine |
I don’t believe in Santa, got a clip like a banana |
And a deep-ass crew, so wave your white bandana |
I went from 8 to Hennessy straight |
on the rocks with the cherry floatin at the top |
So tell your friends and your neighbors I kick the fla-zavor |
The kind they don’t sell at Alpha Beta |
Yup that, underground gangsta boogie wicked ass lyrics |
Creepin through the wall like an evil bad spirit |
They hunt a nigga down like a hound for the crack |
But watch your mouth and what you say cause something’s wrong with this stezo |
(Riiight) Girls shake like jelly when I jam |
Kissin cluckers is for suckers and my name ain’t Willy Spam |
So get the shit straight, you got the peoples mixed up I see |
Tryin to be a O.G. |
like me I never fell for the okie-doke |
He gotta get broke off for the dope he smoke |
Use a gun and go to jail, oh what the hell |
Don’t ask who did the pig cause I ain’t gon’tell |
One-time think they slick, that’s what they punk-ass get |
for tryin to put me in a bag of Trix |
Keep my eyes wide open, cause niggaz be smokin |
ice, comin with them trick-ass dice |
Don’t go to the sto', without my fo'-fo' |
Stop and give a dime to the wino |
I knew I shouldn’ta done it but too late cause I was blunted |
Feelin fine off the cheap-ass wine |
Look way up the street, there he go Black Superhero, rollin in his five-double-zero |
Tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents |
without one dime, just a nickel-plated pistol for the crime |
Talkin about I’ll be back, don’t get cracked |
Cause they gon’stretch yo’ass so far you gon’see stars |
Don’t say I didn’t tell you so, don’t say I didn’t tell you so So now you know |
Stop doin low for these project hoes |
Bitch leave me the hell alone, you’re burnin out my telephone chip |
Stripped butt-naked from your hips |
Never mind your blouse cause I’ma rock the house |
On the edge of the bed, like I said |
Put the head in your mouth until your ears turn red |
That’s how it go twenty-fo'it's a mo' |
You already know |