One A Da Las’ Sicc Niggaz

Lyrics

[Intro dialogue] [Hook] I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you heard thus far You can bump me at your crib or while you off that nitro in your car But I don't say that to say that I'm a superstar But if you get high then you can feel me no matter who you are [Verse 1] Now I got medieval but then I had to leave them weak niggas alone Situation dirty, squeaky clean, Brotha Lynch Hung That's right, I gots to have my weed, Lord knows I'm a fiend This nigga don't respect me, 45 for the P, nigga please I was spendin G's; hold up, nigga, freeze Come up off that weed 'cause you done fucked around and went up on me I want the whole Ziploc full of shamrock And if you're reachin in your pocket I'ma heat the heat and leave you in a meat locker Now that's my knocka, he's to the side with the mask on I'ma give you 15 percent, so if you need to, get yo' blast on And that's a fat zone that's a good start start You can it sacc and or serve it (or what?) take it to the heart heart I'm a lil' nigga (thinkin' what?) thinkin' big Cut off your nuts and leave you screamin' like a starved pig Hold you hostage in your crib And yo, planned the whole situation out, so I got first dibs Now, bigger than life is how I'm comin' out Rigorous and vigorous (what you mean?), you niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout I want cheese and lettuce in my wallet so fetish And I wanna break through like Jerome Bettis, pro status All this time I got ryhme on my mind every dime I spend it on some weed and some studio time Drink O-E out the mickeys big mouth My point is I be in the cut trying to keep these snakes out my house [Interlude: Brotha Lynch Hung talking] You know I push, I push play on brain one day And it played back some shit Some shit containing (some shit containing) snakes (snakes) I mean, talk to me (serpents) [Hook] I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you heard thus far You can bump me at your crib or while you off that nitro in your car But I don't say that to say that I'm a superstar But if you get high then you can feel me no matter who you are [Verse 2] Nigga now I shit lyrics but I can't use 'em Have your son trippin', Brotha Lynch Hung loopin' (loopin') They be off that bottle talkin' 'bout "Brotha Lynch be talkin' 'bout Sicc shit, I heard he ate his mama out" Now how this motherfucker gone write some shit 'Bout the Brotha Lynch Hung, 'cause he killin' in his song He say (what?), "That nigga shit tight, but he ain't shit" He say (what?), "God is my witness, I heard he fuck them bitches" Which is suppose to be wrong criticizin' my love song You get the rope, fuckin' with the Brotha Lynch Hung Wrong information make intimidation Catch you on your weed high (catch you on your weed high) I tore you up like a pitch bend Feelin' dick hard, well you better get your bitch then, it gets thin And I'm off this Black & Mild shit Tall Cann told me it's smooth and now I'm buyin' boxes of it Tryin' to relax and deal with these taxes (why?) 'Cause they be at my checks wit them axes Twenty saccs is in the back seat, I'm license-less Hope motherfuckin' baby's mama ain't no shiesty bitch She want her publishing, a'ight, that's cool She want some other shit, get off the hydro tube Niggas always think I talk about'em because I talk shit My worst nightmare was killin' my bitch for tryin' to get my grits I'm like Mark Spitz, I swim a channel for my shit And watch your heart split, I'm doing damage to your bitch (Doing damage to yo' beyotch) And while your heart switch You better remember where you came from, bitch [Outro dialogue]