Talkin` Shit Lyrics

Talkin` Shit lyrics

What's up motherfuckers

I'm talkin major shit motherfuckin day, you feel



I'm coming strait from the Oakland streets

I got let u niggaz know when the end meets

So here we go come and take a ride with me 

In the streets of the motherfuckin fifties



First of all let me take you for a five-minute ride

Come back for, one nigga just died

And I don't even trip of for shit 

That it takes for a motherfuckin lick  

Be strong, stand tall, a hold your grounds up, be a mack like Dru Down 

A nigga who stands on his tiptoes 

And I love short hair fine hoes 

Nappy hairs don't remind me 

Cause I'm blind just like Run DMC 

C and H don't you like this shit a funky rap to another funky hit 

Niggaz wanna know about me 

The capitalized serial killa a double D 

Well nigga back up take fifty feet 

Unless you want your teeth layin on the concrete 

Cause am not playin no games

Never did never will now what's up mayn 

You wan test some skills 

Well let's test your skills on the real 

Uh, nigga you ain't shit 

A punk kissing ass and lickin on some dick

And I knew by the way you move 

You were switching the hips and perking them lips

You was a fagot ass bitch

But don't trip cause a nigga like me just talkin shit 



You feel that I'm talkin major shit bitch

Ha one two one two here I go with the flow 

Now what you got say about me talkin shit

I aint never been to legit to quit 

Cause a nigga like me is on the go

Always being real true to the hoe 

Never turn to the white man just a black man 

To some brothers now you understand

Cause a nigga aint trippin no more of the white folks

I just got to get my money on 

And this is out for you ballas 

Shit, popo stay off the dick

Cause you motherfuckers keep on jackin 

I'm gonna get feed up, something gonna happen 

I may run and get tha AK take nine 

I dammed near forget to creep to the 4 five 

But a nigga aint loose I get juice when it comes to me wearing toe boots 

In case I got to throw AK to the shit 

And then I get crossed to check 

I don't play no I don't fuck around

21 years in the Eastside Oak town

I bet you couldn't hang like I did

Being a mack pimp player at age ten 

But science I was young and talk a little bit 

I listend up and when I spoke I talked major shit 



A well a brother like me feel bionic

Every time I'm puffin on a joint of the cronic 

Yeah, I wear five nine dickies

I'm sayin fuck 8 ball I drink Mickies 

So peep this here I go 

I say whats up to my folks from the five O mail row

And back cross two 

I aint forgot about my partners form the five 2, foo 

And we can keep it on the strive 

I throw a peace sign, for six five and six nine 

And I'm gona keep it on a go

I wants some bounce lets go to seven nine eight O

And yeah am talkin big shit

Roll up the window come with me to the land and hit nine six 

And ride, and say whats up to my folks 

But for me to say names that's brother off 

And so we steady getting high buffin Marvin Gaywe 

And science we ridin throgh the streets hit nine eight 

End even I'm down the street around the block 

I can't forget about my folks from Plymouth Rock 

well I'm finished I'm quit through talkin shit, 

Don't forget 

Dru Down keeps guns and clips and clips and clips