| Ay, F.A.B., mayne, what’s going on out here, nigga?
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| Niggas out here robbing niggas
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| Running up on niggas, knocking niggas down, nigga
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| Niggas is not taking no shit out here in the Bay, mayne
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| It’s like real muthafuckin' crazy right now, nigga
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| Rap niggas, street niggas, square niggas
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| Niggas is getting real out here
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| What’s going on here, F.A.B.
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| I said this drink in my cup got feeling violent
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| This pill that I popped got me feeling violent
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| This thang on my hip got me feeling violent
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| («Hi, kids, do you like violence?»)
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| Your bitch kinda wet, looking like an island
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| She on something, I can see her eyelids
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| Keak tryna tell me ‘bout some shit that I did
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| I’m getting juiced and I’m feeling violent
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| Nigga, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout getting kicked out this club
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| Every nigga that I’m with ‘bout to turn the fuck up
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| C.T. |
| on the beat, man, you know that shit slap
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| That’s your freak on the beat ‘bout to make her ass clap
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| Give a fuck he gets mad—pussy nigga, do something
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| You a sucka, you a sissy, you ain’t ‘bout to nothing
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| You a Cookie, I’m a Lucious; |
| Eazy-E, bitch, I’m Ruthless
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| We go stupid like it’s still '06, you a doofus, bitch, you’re useless
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| After I fuck, man, I call that bitch a Uber
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| I’ll slide on your squad like a kid on a scooter
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| And your bitch on my dick from the rooter to the tooter
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| You an Internet thug, you only hard on a computer
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| Fuck your bitch then I boot her, bust one on her hooters
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| Leave her in the Boondocks, Aaron McGruder
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| Shrunk up like a tutor, act like I never knew her
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| I leave a punk bitch on ice like a cooler
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| I said this drink in my cup got feeling violent
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| This pill that I popped got me feeling violent
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| This thang on my hip got me feeling violent
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| («Hi, kids, do you like violence?»)
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| Your bitch kinda wet, looking like an island
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| She on something, I can see her eyelids
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| Keak tryna tell me ‘bout some shit that I did
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| I’m getting juiced and I’m feeling violent
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| Security better go on somewhere, ‘Fuck you mean ain’t no hats?'
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| Bitch, I already bought a table, and it cost me two racks
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| Better have my bottles right, and the chasers on point
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| Got some ‘woods rolled up, got some papers for a joint
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| Fuck them freeloading bitches—they ain’t chip in, they ain’t sippin'
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| $hort, go on with all that cool shit, talkin' 'bout I’m trippin'
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| Muthafuckin' right I’m trippin', they done charged me some bands
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| So if a bitch wanna sip, I bet she comin' out her pants
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| Bitch better dance, fuck a groupie and a stan
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| «Get away from me, blood! |
| I don’t want no pictures with no man!
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| All these hoes up in here, and you tryna take a flick?
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| Better knock you a bitch and get the fuck off my dick!»
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| Crack a nigga in his head with a champagne bottle
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| Little Brodie keep a .40 and that .40 filled with hollows
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| We gon' kick this bitch off, we startin' a riot
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| You know them Oakland niggas crazy, bitch, we violent
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| I said this drink in my cup got feeling violent
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| This pill that I popped got me feeling violent
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| This thang on my hip got me feeling violent
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| («Hi, kids, do you like violence?»)
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| Your bitch kinda wet, looking like an island
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| She on something, I can see her eyelids
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| Keak tryna tell me ‘bout some shit that I did
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| I’m getting juiced and I’m feeling violent
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| Get the fuck out my face, punk bitch
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| Get the fuck out my space, broke nigga
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| Get the fuck out my face, punk bitch
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| I don’t wanna talk to no niggas
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| Get the fuck out my face, punk bitch
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| Get the fuck out my space, broke nigga
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| Get the fuck out my face, punk bitch
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| I don’t wanna talk to no niggas, BITCH!
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| I’m from the Town; |
| got my DJ in the house, DJ Slow Poke
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| He from the Rich—what's up, Richmond?
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| What’s up, Frisco? |
| What’s up, EPA?
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| What’s up, Berkeley? |
| What’s up, Oakland? |
| Nigga
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| We out here, mayne—I see you Vallejo, uh
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| Say something—we riding all the way to Sac tonight, mayne
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| What’s up with it, baby? |
| Fuck wit' it… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Violent , by - Too Short. Song from the album Hella Disrespectful: Bay Area Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп