SideShow Bob Intro

Lyrics

We on the block of the opps That claim they actin up Yello nigga hair nappy as fuck But the ratchet tucked Nigga outta line call rock He gone snatch em up On the road 50 large on the maximum Come back off the road with them bowls Then we taxin em We got beef Well im the nigga that you copping from [???] on the bag My nigga thats when them choppas come 4 in the whip The other chasin like a box in one Draco got ac Love to kick with tommy guns Can't nobody touch a real nigga Feel like tommy buns All kind of guns We get low, then we rob the plug On the E [????????} me miles and boogz No hoodies on When we came thru we robbin hoods Glock got the plastic botmmom And the chop got wood Aye Tell these pussy niggas shake sum Big rocket on me And im tuckin it if the jakes comin Pull up on his block put a whole in him Dre drummond Strong quater pounds of the cookie Got em for eight sum Im independent nigga Fuck a deak If i dont feed my daughter Then who the fuck will Doing turn arounds on the road I came to bust pills Pockets on [???] challenger Yo bands stuck still Them truck wheels sit high I can barely breath Niggas getting murked We laughing, while we passin weed If i get murked, they gone laugh at me Never lackin, cuz i keep a choppa next to me Niggas gettin geeked Then i pop em like some ectsasy Come on strap on When im strapped with the drake its std Need a ia mtte black Gucci leather seats Niggas always claiming they gangsta Till they meet with me Hit em up to Left the spaghetti in the streets I ain't a killa But i promise niggas testin me Got a Glock with the thirty shot Let the extra squeeze Pockets swole cuz Its filled with the fetty cheeze Niggas thinking shit sweet Cuz i ain shred shit Better not get caught in the club With them necklaces nigga