Why U Smell Like Dat

Lyrics

[Fat Joe phone call] Yea, yea what up, it's Crack What up Game My muh'fuckin' nigga Skee Do ya muh'fuckin' thing, pap, pap All these other niggas lay down bitch ass niggas Crack nigga [Intro: The Game] Hurricane Game The first family bitch M.O.B And that's Money Over Bitches! [Bridge: The Game] I smell pussy Is that you Banks? I smell pussy Is that you Sha? I smell pussy Is that you Tony? I smell pussy It's Olivia's draws Y'all niggas is pussy [Verse 1: Cyssero] I blaze with the Kays It ain't hard to reach you now I'm wit the Game And you lames in the bleaches now You can hear my name Outta your speakers now You soft fabrics Don't make me bleach you down Put spots on ya And I'm talkin' infared Put Glocks on ya And I'm sparkin' till ya dead You gotta brand new coffin' for a bed But you'll sleep forever Six feet deep wit Ice [Verse 2: The Game] Money Over Bitches! Fuckin' wit the M.O.B You get beat wit shovels Yo God! You from New York Then meet the devil Niggas hidin' out Hopin' that the beef would settle Whoever knew G-Unit made pink stilletos Ask Buck if I squeeze my metal Life is to short so I eat, sleep, shit and breathe the ghetto The Los Angeles king No hockey mask 'cause when you try to hide your face You get shot in tha ass, coward [Hook] [The Game] Why he smell like that? That nigga dead (How he die?) Hurricane dun shot him in the head Why he smell like that? That nigga dead [Cyssero] (How he die?) Cyssero dun shot him in the head [The Game] Why he smell like that? That nigga dead (How he die?) [Techniec] Techniec dun shot him in the head [The Game] Why he smell like that? 'Cause that nigga dead (How he die?) [Eastwood] Eastwood dun shot him in the head [Verse 3: Techniec] Yeahhhh Techniec ain't the one ah Who is to be done ah Four five gun put them bitches on the run, got Four five guns like I'm movin' wit a ton 'Cause when shit get heavy we gon' hit 'em wit them dums Niggas they some bums I'ma put that on my sons I'm a boss like a boss 'fore they hit me wit them crumbs Dig me wit a deal, nigga stick me in them slums Hit us with the mills, if ya hit ??? ??? [Verse 4: Eastwood] I call it murder man's music The verbal confusion is no illusion and I'm married to the mob now, I kill fuck a bruised chin Deleted and executed, processed and prosecuted The Mob we undisputed, Black Wall not G-Unit And he's hot He's not but he flop when he drop the heat cocked Fill him wit heat rocks My Hurricane Games got me pumped like Reeboks Leave bullets in his neck and tell the nigga to beatbox [Hook] [The Game] Why he smell like that? That nigga dead (How he die?) Hurricane dun shot him in the head Why he smell like that? That nigga dead [Cyssero] (How he die?) Cyssero dun shot him in the head [The Game] Why he smell like that? That nigga dead (How he die?) [Techniec] Techniec dun shot him in the head [The Game] Why he smell like that? 'Cause that nigga dead (How he die?) [Eastwood] Eastwood dun shot him in the head [Verse 5: Cyssero] Ghea, you niggas role play thugs All I need is a ol gray snub and a OJ glove It fit, you'll get tagged wit the mag get'cha ass wet Shots make ya body bounce like a bad check Cyss blast techs I ain't the one ah 'Cause tricks is for kids and that'a get ya son shot [Verse 6: The Game & Cyessero] The Game: So we outside the elementary wit our guns cocked Like "Hi little man" Cyssero: It's Blue's Clue's The Game: And SpongeBob Cyessero: Ghea so I walk wit Game 'Cause I'ma walk in flame The boys in blue a have to come chalk ya frame 'Cause I'm sparkin' thangs I leave like the Tin Man and the Sacrecrow, no heart and brains Wall Street draw heat when it's poppin' off Aim for the logo on ya hat then knock it off See I'm the K.I. double L, E.R Squeeze off them shells, yellin' See y'all in hell