Tired Of Dis Shit [OG]

Lyrics

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca] Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Ballin' through my hood, ain't you clean, fool Show love, finna get stuck up Trail that bitch, ain't my thing, sweet black sugar fuckin' stang Laid back, Glock tight, full of that Tanqueray When I scope I hope a nigga drop off that cheese I don't wanna hurt nobody 'less I gotta click for them kis, mane, let's stick up these Hizzo in the hizzo spizzot, G-I-M-I Sum, Lil Buck Pistol grip, pistol whip Don't you trip without your clip, my nig If you ain't kinfolk Deuce double one is what me do Biddy bop, me Glock fall on yo' chest Unless you brought your bulletproof I'm jealous, fellas roll too clean I gotta get mine so I wanna take yours Smack me with somethin', nine Glock, fuck that just gonna kick it on in Don't you shout, don't you make no noise I'm down to die for mine all the time Lay yo bitch ass down clown, seventeen rounds I can shoot at your face, I won't miss, turn on this Infrared got you scared, barber Paul pluggin' heads Jack feet nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifyin' these niggas soul, 666, we like that shit, see Biatch [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca] Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in [Verse 2: 411] I'm chiefin', I'm smokin', I'm also attackin' the babbage, the practice that keep me high Indico up in my mind, cappin' these bitches, and watch 'em die Be trainin' duties, strictly be bustin' the tone, niggas that be from the South Gimme the fuckin' cheese, trick, before I commence to pull my yawk Bullet to ya scapula, bitch, don't gimme no hesitation Cuz a nigga like 411, I'm quick to click with aggravation Determination in my blood, wait for a bitch or nigga to splurge I'm creepin', I'm stainin', I'm robbin' you niggas who dodgin' and don't know when to serve When I strap my .45 Glock I'm constantly creepin', that's no surprise Nigga, this ain't no bad dream, open yo mothafuckin' eyes Finger on da trigger, thinkin' crazy when I'm anxiously Riddlin' off of wreckin' shit in the progress of a robbery No need for the 411 to ask for ya mothafuckin' stash spot Prepare to cap yo ass in the head and run off with yo fuckin' rocks The legend out the fuckin' [?] and vamp away from the fuckin' scene Another pimp from the South, 411, I'm comin' clean [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca] Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in