Changin’ Lanez

Lyrics

[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun, BG Bullet Wound and Snug Brim] Relax your mind, let your consus be free You're now rolling with the Bloods from the KC streets It's BG in the house It's Deuce Klik, get your wig nocked off Snug brim in the house We come from the left, still bustin with the tech Still Deuce to the death Calhoun in the house [Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun, BG Bullet Wound and Snug Brim] Kutty, deep walker, street talker He's so nutty From LA to the bay, I get play all day I got niggas from Sacromento, and San jose Really pain with a nigga, clame Strange with a nigga Bring flames with a nigga Change lanes on a nigga I'm part of the reason why this shit still moving It's still shooting, Kanzis City still get moving Just improving, having all you hissers oozing Shot spit out the whip, we hit you with the Uzi You don't hear them Who that, that Jay-Z? Na, that's that nigga Snug Brim Who the fuck want what? With your boy Brim in the streets I'm off the leesh, fuck the police I do my dance, yeah I get my packs I'm off the woofer, the coobler, off the Mac The chief's throwback Full of Wisky, poppin eaIf you need me, I got riders, dog Holla at your boy B Dub Blood, who else but me? Flamed up, cock it back, wearing bandanas and white T's Me without some hundreds is unlikely And keepin a 9 milly for your dome is like me Nigga still living with what I got, still giving out shots Still running up your block, mill, enough to cock Red ragging while I'm switching them lanes Pants sagging and I'm still in the game Now tell me who your homie gon kill I put the word out on the streets, I bet your homies Your homies be phoney, time to leave a leak in your lungs And BG Bullet leave a creese in your gums Y'all ain't ready for [Chorus: Kutt Calhoun, BG Bullet Wound and Snug Brim] Relax your mind, let your consus be free You're now rolling with the Bloods from the KC streets It's BG in the house It's Deuce Klik, get your wig nocked off Snug brim in the house We come from the left, still bustin with the tech Still Deuce to the death Calhoun in the house [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] I bring more flames than a galin of propain With no chains, full of that Butane I bang, bloodhound I roll with the Deuce Klik, that's the name Sobered up, the fame is too sick When I get in the mix, like I'm part of the ontray Harder than Bombay, like the start of Beyonce Not a stranger to gunplay, who gon taunt me? I'll give it on Sunday Presently known as the KC chief The baby Jesus of these athiast MCs I take 16, and throw them out a Tech 16 Grab a notepad, and turn them into 8 5th cream He's a born writer I been indited to make the saures hitened [Chorus: Kutt Calhoun, BG Bullet Wound and Snug Brim] Relax your mind, let your consus be free You're now rolling with the Bloods from the KC streets It's BG in the house It's Deuce Klik, get your wig nocked off Snug brim in the house We come from the left, still bustin with the tech Still Deuce to the death Calhoun in the house