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Das EFX - Here We Go lyrics
Yo it's the slick fuckin trick tight nigga from the Heights again I'm gettin nice again as the pussy's like *?Micalin?* So I pretend to be somethin that you ain't You got me laughin til the fuckin bank'll bust I'll do ya somethin sick I'm bad to the bone gnaws at the gristle Puttin the squeeze on niggas so (what?) fuck Mr Whipple If you live along my end yeah baby girl I might tickle (c'mon) I drink Gold E like Fred D drank the ripple Word to God, niggas wanna play hard rap-a-dosis That shit got to go, I cock back, shot the flow POW! CAUGHT, now hook em to the respirator drip The shit bag to his hip while he vision in the escalator Now play the humble in the tunnel with the bright light at the end of it, word is bond, time to end this shit Chorus: Here we go Here we go yo, time to get dumped Yeah that's how it is yo and that's how it go *repeat x3* Well guess who's next up to flex, no need to introduce We're holdin down the spot just like the pimps that wanna 40-deuce So here's the story, kid you bore me, don't ignore me You're gettin killed in my territory (word up) You think ya clever son but you're never son Gonna get a chance to fuckin call me like Edison I think ya better run cos I'm comin at'cha And what the fuck you gonna do when I catch ya Ya little bastard ya get the last hit When I blast it you're gonna end up in a fuckin casket I kicks the mad shit, I come to show the flow You're fuckin with a pro but yo I guess by now ya know, so Chorus Well now I got you niggas stumblin, I see you fumblin, kill the mumblin Cos when I'm on the track I'm never wacked when I be rumblin Like dis, like dat, I'm fatter than the fattest Niggas wish they had this, they know my style's the fuckin baddest You got the saddest but yo you're just a pussy My fuckin girl'll make you do the wa-toosie You need protection when in my section With the injection, the number one in my fuckin collection I blast off like a rocket, so don't knock it til you try it, I come deep like a riot Ya can't deny it, I keep it on lock A 40 and a blunt motherfucker and you don't stop I'm on the scene with the nicotine puffer I gut ya clean and make ya fuckin spleen rupture Nice with the ways is the dazed axe nigga I know a lotta rap figures and pushin-crack niggas Perhaps wacked niggas need to play the back step I got styles with days but styles ain't even hatch-ed I'm super fly hatin but never violatin We use to smoke a pound a week but now we're gettin higher lately Rhyme-sayers need prayers cos sniper's gettin hot When you make the sign of the cross, X marks the spot Ill clips to my ribs with my niggas to the side 3-80 stash in the 3-25 Oops I'm at the eight now, bees think I push more rock than Mr Slay, I'm fat like Ricki Lake Chorus Here we go Here we giddo, time to get diddo That's how it is yo, axe how we go Here we go Here we go, time to get dough That's how it is yo, axe how we go Here we go Here we go yo, time to get dough That's how it is yo, that's how we go Here we giddo, time to get diddo That's how it is yo, act like we kniddow Word up |
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