Double Clutch

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Crunchy Black] It's a hood thang, hood thang Out to get that hood change Even if you have put a hoe up out that hood bay Tryin' to get that paper up Tryin' to get a caper up Two-gun Kelly and I'm ready for whatever bruh One gun ready One on steady Ready for whatever, 'bout to make me some (Spaghetti?) Lookin' for some fetty Y'all niggas ain't ready Bout to make some noise like it's Armanghetti [Verse 2: Violent J] I have a axe in my hand a nine in the other My mother taught me [?] how to murder for my brother Everytime I kill I have to howl at the moon Not always at night though, sometimes it's at noon And I'm like ooooouhhaa Lord save me, Jesus I'ma start clapping this damn fool into pieces If you heard of us, we know you heard of us Precision tied with martial arts but still prefer to bust [Hook: Sugar Slam] Go, go, get 'em, get 'em Drop 'em, drop 'em Wet 'em, wet 'em Up, go, get 'em, get 'em Drop 'em, drop 'em Drop 'em in the brush Double clutch boys *Pop pop* makin' much noise Double, double clutch - they need two hands for such toys [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] Run up, get done up Double clips gunner I did it for fun-ah While I'm smoking marijuana Two-pistol kid Twice the charge man Hold up, let me take a minute - hoe I got a extra mag Wild West gunslinger like "Wild Bill" Hickok Up in the cut bitch, I'm scopin' wit dat red dot I make so much noise trick, I woke up hell Da Mafia 6ix and ICP, man we leave more shells than Taco Bell [Verse 4: Young Wicked] Uhhh, two hatchets up, wantin' [?] finna hack 'em up I don't really mean to gas 'em up But if anyone of my enemies start to actin' up, I got Good hands, don't have to bluff Matter of fact two hands and they bad as fuck I got a bad bitch that would love to suck Both hands on the ass - that's double clutch Jump a motherfucker - that's double dutch Fuck the police they don't trouble us Your crew won't beat us, they ain't thug enough To even ever try to come and fuck with us I got two hatches, I huck 'em at yo head Then I pull two heaters and I make sure that you're dead Double clutch boys [Hook: Sugar Slam] Go, go, get 'em, get 'em Drop 'em, drop 'em Wet 'em, wet 'em Up, go, get 'em, get 'em Drop 'em, drop 'em Drop 'em in the brush Double clutch boys *Pop pop* makin' much noise Double, double clutch - they need two hands for such toys [Verse 5: DJ Paul] I keep that nine milli 24/7 with me Tech-9's 24/7 with me I thought them niggas was with me But then them niggas really was against me Fuck 'em, buck 'em, I never did trust 'em Even though I'm alone I figured they were bustas All these niggas from the hood ain't hood Half of these niggas ain't really up to no good Uh, I'm a monster with this shit Two guns shoot two lungs up in this bitch 30 round clips hangin' up under the clit Out the pussy hole of my plastic Glock, pussy bitch! [Verse 6: Shaggy 2 Dope] I once got pulled over - a fatal shooting ocurred He tried to take me into county, this dude was absurd You see, I was born to riot, I'm a double clutch cruiser Legendary in Detroit like Dick the Bruiser [?] chinese stores into silicone Katys Bet I nail it in one try, sold pennies, then fifties I really got to know Paul outta town at a Tempest Now these bitches hoetrain from Detroit to Memphis [Hook: Sugar Slam] Go, go, get 'em, get 'em Drop 'em, drop 'em Wet 'em, wet 'em Up, go, get 'em, get 'em Drop 'em, drop 'em Drop 'em in the brush Double clutch boys *Pop pop* makin' much noise Double, double clutch - they need two hands for such toys [Outro: Sugar Glam & (Koopsta Knicca)] It's fifteen of you, only ten of us But we double clutch so it's your head that bust It's fifteen of you, only ten of us But we double clutch so it's your head that bust It's fifteen of you, only ten of us But we double clutch so it's your head that bust (Two guns pointed at one motherfuckin' head, Killjoy Club biatch) It's fifteen of you, only ten of us But we double clutch so it's your head that bust