Lyrics

[Intro: Sheek Louch] Yeah (yeah) Sheek Louch nigga (Shekk Louch nigga) Poob what up ha (Poob what up ha) Poobs cut that up for me Ok (ok) Yo ayo Slim I see you nigga (you ready) I need my cut after this dog Fuck it man I'm goin' in Ayo Let's go [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Yes indeed New York city You now rockin' wit the hardest nigga, fuck you Fiddy (fuck that nigga) Nuff about him and stuff about dem (yea) Dey already know dat they not gon' win (nope) Anyway, your boy Sheek is back (Sheek Louch) I'm puttin' out dope 'cause aybody got crack And aybody aimin' wit the same ol mack (fuck outta here) And aybody sample wit the same ol jack (yep) That why I take it back to Hey DJ And I still rock a show wit no replay (uh) Two turntables and a mic (yea) One DJ on a wheels, I'm Hip Hop for real [Verse 2: J Hood] Word I'm still here [?] (let's go hood) I been watin' ta drop and all that, you already know I'm loyal (no doubt, no doubt) Everyday I thank God for breathin' breath in my body Black down doin' drive-bys on thе Ducagi The ghetto bird shinin' lights in the storе Niggas intoxicated, (ha ha ha) tryna make a come up rollin' dice (yea) on the floor Think the marijuana's impairin' my vision You ain't doin' the right thing, I give ya left cheek an incision I grind for the paper, clap for the fam, extort weekly shells like minutes get 'em free at nights and on weekends Go to court weezin', (let's go) Smellin' like Vodka Hope you you medicaid cover your (uh huh) bill for the doctor If not so be it, hope the lord got love for you Wonder if ya man go be there and shed blood for you Or he gon' run from you (ha ha) when the beef fry The lead pop off (yea) and niggas start ta die Big momma start to cry (let's go) and ya hip get shattered The Louisville to ya mouth will make ya lip get fatter Nigga I say what I mean and I mean what I say (uh huh) EA Sports is the only (ha ha) games that I play [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Ayo white meat showin' Blue steel glowin' (oh) Niggas turn pussy like they out there hoein' (pussy) Blood soakin' up Loud mouth niggas chokin' up Ya boy Louch open up (yea) About two or three clips Two or three trips (oh) Sheek come home a like two or three whips (uh oh) Two or three sips of Red Bull I'm diesel, only did about two or three dips (ha ha ha) [Verse 4: J Hood] Ay ya ya niggas ain't got no morals So I'ma chop ya hand off wit'cha Jacob on and wrap it in foil It's the don dada Wit three (yeah) shooters in the Honda and a Ethiopian transporter named Yolanda That like purple ganja (whoo) fronto leaves and Guinness's Caught a body in nine nine wit no witnesses But got off like a bitch (ha ha) that just rode a nigga She slit the throat of a fast talkin' older nigga Back to the summary, nigga ain't nobody sonnin' me I run yo ass over if you tryna get in front of me Life's a bitch then you die, you gotta be fruitful (it's a bitch) Any given time a nobody could shoot you [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Hey yo, hey 50 won't you sing them songs, keep us dancin' (dancin') All night (all night) Hey 50 I heard you sing them songs, you be rattin' (rattin') All night (all night) Hey 50 won't you sing them songs, keep us dancin' (dancin') All night (all night) Hey 50 I heard you sing them songs, you be rattin' (rattin') All night (all night) [Outro: Sheek Louch] Ha ha ha I had to do it nigga Fuck them niggas kid Fuck 'em son **Wolf howling***