Heads Up Lyrics

Heads Up lyrics

Use your head silly...

[Chorus]
Where yo' head at?
Shawty, where
yo' head at?
Show me where yo' head at
Shawty, where yo' head at? (that's
all I know)

[B. Stille]
Y'all ain't never heard of B. Stille, the look
that kills
Souped up coupe DeVille, peep the vertical grills
Well Killa
Cowboy pull the dirty cowbell
Hell anyway ya do the certified playa
The
thickest, the thicker, the better, the pick of the litter
The sicker the
chicken, the bigger the dick I deliver
The kidney, the liver, the shiver,
the give in her BACK
Make the bigger the nigger deliver the
miggity-MACK!

[R. Prophit]
Y'all so ridiculous, hoes all up in my
businesses
Got 'em stuffin up my tennant biz
My friend is here, don't
come around actin shady
I warned ya (Dick Tracy) like Warren
Batey
Prophit hit it, 2-3-4-5
Kicked it off, 6-7-8-9
from behind,
10-11-12, I'm...
A glad man slingin geni-taliaa..

[Hook: Big V +
(Prophit) - 2X]
Want that, get that - (here we go now)
Jump back, get
back - (keep it goin now)
Which one? this one - (think about it now)
She
gon' lemme cut that's all I know

[Chorus - 2X]

[Ron
Clutch]
I'm bout to leave ya juice joint
Drunk as a mug, drunk out his
mind
Too damn drunk to drive, jump out the ride
Lookin for a chicken to
pluck, with plumped up thighs
Gotta be thicker than Granny's gravy on the
side
And when I get it I'mma cut a big ol' chunky slice
And if I love it,
I'mma lick it like it's pumpkin pie
Now you guys don't really wanna it, this
is countryfried
Now tell me whattcha really know about the country
side

[Skinny DeVille]
I been in the wild slums po'
Now won'chu
tell me whattcha'll know about them country folk
With all the chicken wing
and fish and the dirty spokes
My yeaga smoke, betta sell and twank, and
blowin smoke
(That fool cool ain't a thang) Look how that Caddy roll
On
them twenty-two like Muddy (?) the fuck and blow
We forever reppin 'Tucky
and e'rythang below
Skinny D, slum, Nappy's how the stories roll,
we got
that bump fo' sho' (yea)

[Hook - 2X]

[Chorus - 2X]

[Big
V]
Got the keys and we leavin, didn't even see the laws
So do we believe
in?

[Scales]
Man these girls is bout freakin
Suckin and fuckin and
tusslin, for the evenin, please believe 'em

[Big V]
Who's that girl?
Oh that girl
Somethin outta magazine, curvy queen
Cross between, Britney,
Whitley (crispy!) Christy, Mya, Pink

[Scales]
Aw, where yo' head at,
askin me where my bread at
Tell ya man that I said that
Stop the askin
me, and naggin me, and harrassin me
for it be a tragedy

[Big
V]
Don't you know the damn thang
They come to do the damn thang
For
they leave best believe they do the damn thang

[Scales]
Scales throws
scragglers
Hooks 'em like hagglers
Don't talk much the game is
spectacular

[Hook - 2X]

[Chorus - 2X]

(Told you to use
your head silly [distorted laughing])

Where yo' head at? I ain't
stutter
Getcha mind outta the gutter and pass the butter
That's all I
know, come on
She gon' let me cut, that's all I know...
She gon' let me
cut, that's all I know.../