Dj Kayslay Census Bureau (featuring D12) Lyrics

Census Bureau (featuring D12) Lyrics

[Intro: Kon Artis]



Yeah, we straight from the census bureau



Haha, Runyan Ave



We lookin for yo' momma



D-12 - where yo' momma at?



Miko – where yo' momma at?



Young Zee, hey Dame - where yo' momma at?



I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin ass



Hey Em where yo' momma at? (Ohhhh-ohhhhh)



Yo..







[Kon Artis]



You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga



I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga



See me and you are sorta like the same I guess



We both rock mics but yours is into our chest



You can't do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave's unruly



And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly



So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy



to steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me?



Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild



Piggity-pow, nigga be out



You don't really want war, I'm chillin at your door



This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor



I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none



I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one



You reap what you sew, that shit you oughta know



I keep it on the flo' under the seat – I ain't a hoe!







[Chorus: Kuniva] + (Kon Artis)



You know it's been a while but we feelin it now



(The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin it now)



Goddamn!You don't want no problems B



(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)



It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again



(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)



Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin



(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)







[Swifty]



A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of mace



Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seed



I'll be makin all these niggaz wanna take a beam



And put it right on my head



You don't be takin heed, you probably idol the Feds



Havin meetings to recite what I said



Liable to have you in a medical room



Walk in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on



"You fittin to die holmes!" {*explosion*



Got a chrome that be fuckin up shit worse than I



You would swear that I'm a Gemini



I kill a guy for nothin - eye to eye



And I ain't gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin



Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass



You would think you in Death Row's office (AHH!) {*gun clicks*



(Hang a nigga!) I'm ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits



Survive and I'm gettin up high without a flaw bitch!







[Chorus]







[Proof]



I'm a dog on the mic that'll brawl out with Christ



Get to cappin at your captain 'til he fall outta life



I'm all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain



Put holes in your head and finger-fuck your brain



Fool fuck this game, I'm poppin at coach



Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin was broke



I ain't feelin nothin you wrote so I'm stompin your throat



Show up at the hospital and start punchin your folks



I'm a uzi with arms and legs



Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head (WHAT!)



You wanna take what my 40-cal since you bitch-made



Spittin the right game so yo' ass can get laid



the fuck down, I don't give a fuck now, whassup?



Talkin bout "Clappin" - quit actin, you barely bust nuts



Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof



And I'ma kill every man that came with you







[Bizarre]



Yeah, yeah – KNOCK KNOCK!Guess who showed up?



44-mag and tear your whole door up



Pink shower cap and, yellow drawers



My dick's so small, I can pee on my own balls (hahaha)



When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work



That's why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh (eww!)



So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone



I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin stoned with Norah Jones







[Chorus]







[Kuniva]



Yo, I chuck niggaz daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy



A triple O.G. like Tray Deee (whattup Loc?)



I stay sparkin, bitch I got a attitude



I step on your shoes and won't say pardon - be cautious!



Hidin from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be



Wild and disorderly, pissin on your toilet seat



Nigga now you know it's me, I got a .44 wit me



Bitches all over me, +Sayin Yes+ like Floetry



Homie you wanna be a G?Go toe-to-toe wit me



It ain't no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be



Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller



Rob niggaz 'til my pockets look greener than Yoda



And you know that I'm the +Shady+ type, the crazy type



That's probably why promoters never pay me right



We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again



I'm bout to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin school again







[Chorus]







[Outro: Bizarre]



Yeah.. D-12.



Devil's Night.. part two..



The drama.. continues..



KaySlay.. hahahaha..