Devine

Lyrics

[Intro: Sheek Louch] Ayo Devine drop that daddy [Bridge: Sheek Louch] Ooh weee, lets get it poppin daddy Uh, yea, lets get it poppin mommy X2 [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Ayo the moral of the story is We all can't be glorious Some of us still on our grind (our grind) Thats why I walk around wit this chrome .9 (I'm fine) 'Fore who eva want to cross this line Devine Ayo Sheek on the street again, they know the big man's back But niggas still don't want to get down wit the heat again You see me posted on the block, see these bitches on my cock See him jumpin out the drop, somebody light up I ain't fuckin wit you homey, you ain't smokin, you don't know me You keep reaching for my dutch, I'mma fuck 'em right up You can catch me out in L.A in a blue and red Pelle Half crip half blood nigga west side Or you can catch me in New York on stage on the block Or even visitin my niggas in the cage (lets ride) Its somethin to do, actin a fool, packin a tool, ok nigga [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Me and my niggas on our New York shit Me and my niggas on our West Coast shit Me and my niggas on our down South shit Yes, Midwest, Bay Area X2 [Verse 2: J Hood] Lets go, uh When niggas see me in the streets they be like there go double O again He got the .357 he 'bout to let it go again Switchin up this flow again, grindin for that dough again Your mans and em' set trip, I'mma put a hole in him Hands up blunts lit, let me see ya'll niggas bang Hit a nigga in his head make him come up off his chain Homey I'm the best at this shit On the throne wit a black marker bout to tag up on this shit Y'all niggas perpin ya'll ain't seen no bricks You movin round In a new city gettin jacked suckin Nino dick Don't even show me if it ain't no purp b My buzz the color of pookey lips when they gave 'him that turkey Been a long time comin, but my time is due Everythin is crystal clear but the shines is blue Corduroy seats in the gray CL Wit so much weight in the trunk If you don't chop it it'll the break scale, nigga! [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Me and my niggas on our New York shit Me and my niggas on our West Coast shit Me and my niggas on our down South shit Yes, Midwest, Bay Area X2 [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Ayo, me and my young boy Remind me of my self in the early days sort of like a young Roy Now I'm puffin in the Phantom out in St. Croix Blue water two bitches and a beach toy But don't play it sweet, the heat is in the cooler And the cooler got no beer or lunch meat You wan' fucking see the morgue? You ain't fuckin wit me dawg Ayo Hood you ready, bark at your frog [Verse 4: J Hood] Ayo I'm 'bout coastal G ___________________________________________ Yo I'm a bi-coastal G But I'm 'bout to bring the east coast back to where it 'pose to be D-Block got the streets in a zip lock And we bustin off them hammers Like we don't give a fuck about hip-hop So who wanna get popped, just give me the word It won't be no pigeon when I hit his ass wit this bird Leave his ass on the curb So you can pour that yach on 'em I'mma make this drug related and leave some crack on 'em [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Me and my niggas on our New York shit Me and my niggas on our West Coast shit Me and my niggas on our down South shit Yes, Midwest, Bay Area X2