Zee Unit

Lyrics

[Intro] It's that new hot-off-the-press shit Zee Unit Good lookin' 50, lemme run with this one Chuh! (Whatup [?]? Kap, what's good?) Yeah [Verse] When I was broke I whipped out on few stars, like Harold and Kumar Made 'em jump out of their new cars, ha You're not home we come to plug ya? Pull a gun on your mother Or your father, we don't give a fuck, one or the other You soft, I get you streched like baking soda While your girl drink my nut like Jamaican colas I'll fuck her first, when I'm done, my cousin squirts Then I go in her fucking purse and take a hundred Percs I got this shit locked like Leavenworth How it is in Heaven, it shall be on Earth I spit a verse like the reverend, the head of the church My bitch a registered nurse, she pump lead from her purse Pop shit? We come where you stay there and spray it You don't die, you better lay there and fake it Talk shit like you controllin' the south Like BIG, you can't talk with them fours in your mouth Big fifty-cal'll put a hole in your house Kill everything livin', nigga, it won't be a mouse