Lick A Shot (Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, August 16, 2000)

Lyrics

[Intro: B-Real] I'm gonna take you back right now We're gonna go back to '93 for a second This one of my favorites joints off of the Black Sunday album Lick a shot Comin' at ya [Verse 1: B-Real | Sen Dog] Zip-ah-dee-doo-dah, zip-ah-dee-ayy My oh my, wanna get that punk with the AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass J You boy, you can't hang Flashback on the skills when I used to bang On the corner, I'll warn ya, gonna roll on ya Fool, hit ya with a golden rule Don't turn your back on the street When I hit that corner, feel the concrete Push that button like nothin' And then watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden Blastin' at these fools with a passion Look at the Glock when it's time for some action [Chorus: Sen Dog | B-Real] So I let the gat hum, let the gat hum (I lick your twat) I let the gat hum, let the gat hum Bo! Bo! Bo! I lеt the gat hum, let the gat hum (Lick a shot) I lеt the gat hum, let the gat hum [Verse 2: B-Real | Sen Dog] Sunday morning, wake up, it's stormin' Raindrops fallin' on my head, it's pourin' Cats and dogs, pigs in a wagon Waitin' for a Cypress Hill that's bangin' Scooby-Doo, and fuck you, too (It's a warning) Don't let your punk ass try me Gonna take more than you Call for your backup team and wait for your crew 'Cause I'm the one flippin', keepin' the clip on my hip And just watch your back if you're slippin' (Come around) Where did that .22 come from? When the bullet passed through my lung I've lost my breath, I'm winded Been hit by a slug that wasn't intended I hear thunder, I wonder If a nigga like me's goin' under, take a number [Chorus: Sen Dog | B-Real] So I let the gat hum, let the gat hum (I lick your twat) I let the gat hum, let the gat hum Bo! Bo! Bo! I let the gat hum, let the gat hum (Lick a shot) I let the gat hum, let the gat hum Bo! [Verse 3: B-Real] Had a bad dream, woke up in a casket Now I can't even get back at the bastard, bullshit This pine box ain't strong enough to contain the Afro locks Critical bell rings, snapped out the dream What the fuck's up with the funny red beam Pointin' at me? I got no strap, G What now? Gotta duck, they're gonna gat me Bam, I feel numb Where did the shotgun blast come from? [Chorus: Sen Dog | B-Real] So I let the gat hum, let the gat hum (I lick your twat) I let the gat hum, let the gat hum Bo! Bo! Bo! I let the gat hum, let the gat hum (Lick a shot) I let the gat hum, let the gat hum (Fire) [Outro: Sen Dog | B-Real] Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum) Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum) Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum) Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum) Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum) Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum) Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum) Let the gat hum (Lick a shot)