Here We Come (Don’t Want None)

Lyrics

[Intro] HoStyle, Moe Dirdee Come home safe Woof Pac [Hook: Moe Dirdee] Y'all boys don't want none, run Y'all pop and bump y'all gums Joy Road gon' pop they guns They now gon' pop they guns Watch out y'all here we come Sundown 'til we see the sun Woof Pac hoes? Not at all Y'all don't want none, naw [Verse 1: J. Kidd] I'm the Joy Road poster boy I'll roast your boy, the index to a solider story It's evident in war I'm the general that only answers to the president For me every decision is executive Got so many consecutive wins under my belt In a minutе I'ma say fuck it and start wearing suspenders On Joy Road littlе daddy we grind on winner To a point when we get a stripper, we don't have to tip her (Hah) I'm trying to live with two bitches like Jack Tripper But own the building like Mr. Furley, take your picture, watch the birdie I'm over 21 but far from 30, mental between 45 and 56 Redbull and Remy mixed Got me on a tip again, purple weed twisted in L's Got me throwing shells at any house I think you're living in If there's a price on your head bitch I'm chipping in Never thought you'd ever here me spitting like this again Don't worry, every verse I am shitting again With all the strength I got, I will not lose this feeling again Since I'm from the block, like I gotta do it again That's where my heart is, don't make me have to prove it you again [Hook: Moe Dirdee] Y'all boys don't want none, run Y'all pop and bump y'all gums Joy Road gon' pop they guns They now gon' pop they guns Watch out y'all here we come Sundown 'til we see the sun Woof Pac hoes? Not at all Y'all don't want none, naw [Verse 2: HoStyle] Hey, I'm 8 Miles last hope 'til I'm flat broke (Okay) Stuck in an old folks home with a bathrobe I let the Mac smoke, a nigga thinks it's all good 'Til he come and see I got his dad smoked You need to look and listen I'm like KFC, a special recipe for cooking chickens Nigga the boy is hard, a true hustler I move more weight than prisoners on the ward (Yo yo yo) And I ain't bench-pressing, I learned the game in 10 lessons Sew up your block in 10 seconds I done quit stressin' Know whenever it's beef, I just come out the house with a big weapon I'm Bazooka Joe, let the Ruger go Have a nigga moving super slow Y'all rich but you're stupid though I'm a genius, the Pac ain't the same guys you used to know (Ay) [Hook: Moe Dirdee] Y'all boys don't want none, run Y'all pop and bump y'all gums Joy Road gon' pop they guns They now gon' pop they guns Watch out y'all here we come Sundown 'til we see the sun Woof Pac hoes? Not at a-