Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] (Miss U made this) (Holy1k) Bitch [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] It's a rumble in the jungle, smack down or brought a thumper "P, why you so rude?" Bitch, shut up, what the fuck? Mop sticks in the trunk, 2Pac, hit him up Why you talkin' so much? Put a muzzle on his mouth All these hatin'-ass niggas look like Oscar the Grouch I need the wonton soup, I'm in Kim Juan house Just as soon, I'ma shoot, I got mops in the couch The way we wet the nigga up, look like he died in the fountain Baptise him and drown him, talibans, Bin Laden If they ask, I'm just a rapper, guns, what? How that happen? How we did him, it was tragic, bullets in his forematic True flu flammer, through the pots and pans, I'm causin' havoc A bunch of cornballs, thought we was just playin' and we blasted What's up with all the racket? Guns out, so what's happenin'? Sorry, Swiper, no swipin', big buddah, you can't havе it All these compliments, you sound likе the Ruler, man, I'm flattered Shit, grab the cannons, nigga, panic Eyes open, can you dig it? I don't think you understand it Made him breakdance, walkin' in with MC Hammer I ain't a pimp, but if she play with my money, I'ma slap her, bitch [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Lights, camera, action, lights out, fatties out Iced out, bustdown, whole gang showin' out Shit I guess we finna chalk him out Sit him down, hit him with these rounds, you know what we about, bitch Lights, camera, action, lights out, fatties out Iced out, bustdown, whole gang showin' out Shit I guess we finna chalk him out Sit him down, hit him with these rounds, you know what we about, bitch Lights, camera, action, lights out, fatties out, nigga Iced out, bustdown, whole gang showin' out I hear a nigga speak on the Stincs, I'ma blow him down Shit, nigga Sit him down, hit him with these rounds, you know what we about, nigga [Verse 2: Duffy] Shit, you know what we about I'll get to showin' out in here, he better watch his mouth Lights, camera, action, chop suey, had to chalk him out Beams in the night, nigga, lights out, fatties out Uchies what we talkin' 'bout, bitches throwin' ass around Chiefin' got me rollin' loud, step wrong, he out of bounds Mud spillin', Glocks out, fatties out, rollers on me [?] keep on starin' at my loafy, I might drop it on her Niggas know they better not say nothin', they get no points Two bitches tryna get up on me and they both joints Put on a show, this is scene one, take one Ain't no time to play, I brought a K in case he fake tough Need to wake up, he broke, let me find out Lame-ass average Joe blendin' in the crowd Too greedy Stinc Team, buster shit is not allowed Big bank buddah, breakdancin' with the lights out [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Lights, camera, action, lights out, fatties out Iced out, bustdown, whole gang showin' out Shit I guess we finna chalk him out (Holy1k) Sit him down, hit him with these rounds, you know what we about, bitch Lights, camera, action, lights out, fatties out Iced out, bustdown, whole gang showin' out Shit I guess we finna chalk him out Sit him down, hit him with these rounds, you know what we about, bitch