Pointing Fingers Lyrics

Pointing Fingers lyrics

[Huddy Combs]
Yo only got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin'
wit' Stase I caught a buck in the face
I got the set me up everybody's
drinkin' Henney
Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending
sure
Hurt cuz his game didn't work
He didn't know the alchohol's about to
get him merc
He tried to french kiss her
Yo that's my man twin
sister
Swung on him but he threw the toaste in my ear
I shoulda known he
had people posted in here
So I waited 'till the coast was clear
And when
he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah
[Stase]
Yo, Hud is the
type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard
Cuz see, he the type of cat that be
thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
But
Hud don't never listen what I say
He always do it his way, instead of our
way
That's why he always caught up in some damn foul play
Talkin' 'bout I
said at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the time on his
wrist
He probably somewhere lying to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no,
it ain't right
How he gon' leave my big brother Mase and jell
overnight
He wouldn't sell us out or yell us out
But messin' wit' Hud, we
ain't even get to bail him out
[Cardan]
I can't believe this nigga Hud
tried to blame it on me
We on the I-95, three jars on my seat
I'm hopin'
cops don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know what that mean, shut
up Hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got about ten miles, we don' did ten
states
I shoulda stayed, knowing Hud? He gon' gas you to stay
I'm tellin'
Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since Penn State
The windows all foggy,
plus we got temp plates
Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and
yappin'
Smokin' Buddah straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't
happen
I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but it's all Hud's fault
If he
wasn't speedin' wit' no weed we woulda never got caught
[Huddy
Combs]
Cardie, when you gon' grow up? You need to get chips
Stack dough
up, switch your flow up, cuz your single was a donut
Baby Stase, need to
learn to stay in the place
And Mase, that's your twin, tell her stay out my
face
And Loon, that's my man but he floss too much
He wanna hang out,
'bout, but he cost too much
And Meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too
much
And Blink, fake pretty boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched,
we gon' all get touched
Go against Harlem World and we gon' toss you
up
[Cuda]
Hey yo, Meeno, Hey yo, this is Cuda man
There go
Loon
Tell him what you told him you was gon' tell him when you see
him
[Meeno]
Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man Loon
Went out like a straight
buffoon
For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
Can't believe this
shit
Second week in June, second night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full
moon and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide
tonight
But of course, Loon gets drunk then starts to floss
Runnin' his
yap 'bout the same chick he toss
Same chick from tour, all I got was
jaw
He's all in love, seen it all before
Sucka' for love, this is man for
a whore
And until this day, still goin' to war
[Loon]
Hey yo, you just
mad cuz my chick drop dead
And you mad cuz I went to Cancun got head
You
fed, cuz I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread
Why your block hotter than a
nuclear warhead
You more fed cuz my pockets are stacked up
While you
spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat fuck
Hope you get
hit by a Mack truck
And don't come around fourty and front and get tapped
up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
to a vacant lot, dare you to act up
So strap up, cuz I know you don't like
me
But just know you won't get a chance to fight me
Loon, All Out