Lick’Em Up Shot

Lyrics

[Intro: Papa Reu] Here it is, we come to dance in the '94 8Ball and MJG together with the South Circle, see We gon' do it like this for all them boys, so check it [Chorus: Papa Reu] We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em up shot, nigga Lick a shot, lick a lick a shot Lick a shot, lick 'em shot, nigga We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot Lick a shot, lick 'em shot, nigga Lick a shot, lick a lick a shot Lick a shot, lick 'em up shot, nigga [Verse 1: Eightball] Check one, on the mic, it's the fat mack, freakin' on this phat track Peep my khakis saggin' and my gat in my backpack Gangsta Memphis, home of players and Uzi sprayers But me, I'm just a hustler, fuckin' poetic rhyme sayer Iz-eight-bizall, will make a new nigga fall Then send him to the land of the Orange Mound killer clan Him being the enemy, meaning he's not down with me Meaning he didn't come up in the motherfuckin' Mound with me I got a posse thick as hinds if you did not know Some of them are jackin' but the other half slang dope Gangsta, straight from the bottom, got 'em sick with this Flavor that was made up by that nigga named T-Mix Blast him, bucked him, let him eat the hollow tips Snatch him like a bitch and then beat him with the pistol grip Danger, anger, overload, explode Go into my 'fuck the world' mode, lick 'em up shot, nigga [Chorus: Papa Reu] We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em up shot, nigga We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em shot, nigga Lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em shot, nigga We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em up shot, nigga [Verse 2: MJG] Just give me a motherfuckin' reason to demonstrate a pimpin' type appeal and I'm peelin' caps in your motherfuckin' nose And I'm drillin' holes in your coffin Quite often, I have to show these niggas who the boss and Keep tossin' these hoes upside the motherfuckin' wall These bitches eatin' supper out my fine silk drawers Because I plays my card, and I likes to H-U-S- T-L-E, MJ-fucking-G Ain't gonna be another busta in my future talking shi 'Cause he don't know who he fuckin' with See, it's the P-I-M-P-I-N-G in me It keeps me totally about the M-O M-O-N-E- Why these niggas front with this bullshit I don't understand Shady ass busta, sticky ass hand You run for cover when my motherfuckin' bomb drop On you and your crew, nigga, lick 'em up shot [Chorus: Papa Reu] We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em up shot, nigga We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em shot, nigga We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em shot, nigga We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em up shot, nigga [Verse 3: 8Ball] Southern Funkadelic terrorist got 'em scared of this Young nigga making a fat grip being a lyricist Kill with the motherfuckin' Glock if I'm forced to Break a nigga off and leave 'em shorter than tattoo Peace and much love to the niggas that I'm down with The niggas that I clown with that's down with this South shit Hard from the start, so many players on my family tree Meaning there was many doing this shit before it came to me Hard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes Fuck walking a chalk line, mayne, I gots to get mine Death wish, click goes the clip in my piece One in the chamber for the jackers and the crooked police No more peace without a piece, a nigga life will cease For your herringbone or the phat ride you crease If you got nuts thinkin' that I'm droppin', I'm not Lick 'em up shot, nigga, lick 'em up shot [Verse 4: MJG] Here comes the motherfuckin' nigga, with his own type of rhythm Get 'em, up, nigga, nigga, get 'em Up, if you wanna, come jack it Step, make a move, 'cause I'm packin' What, ever it, takes for Me to get a nigga up off me MJG rollin', down the strip dodgin', dips drinkin' Crown I'ma sip one more fifth I'ma chief six more spliffs I'ma drop these sucka ducks Run 'em over like Mack trucks Dumpin' bustas in a lake I gotta dispose 'em out their way Straight up, sucka nigga, you gets popped Fuckin' with this clique, lick 'em up shot, nigga [Chorus: Papa Reu] We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em up shot, nigga We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em shot, nigga We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em shot, nigga We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em up shot, nigga [Interlude: Papa Reu] We ain't a joke When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke We stinkin' murderers When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke We stinkin' murderers When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke We stinkin' murderers They're picking up the place like they're a big time hustler Their gun in their waist, a millimeter They're coming out again 'cause buy can got 'cause we... [Chorus: Papa Reu] We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em up shot, nigga We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot We lick a shot, lick 'em shot, nigga [Outro: Papa Reu] Here it is, we're coming to dance in the '94 8Ball & MJG together with the South Circle... And we're gonna lick up shots to all them boys...