Wona Get Some I Got Some Lyrics

Wona Get Some I Got Some lyrics

Album: Choices

 

 (Feat. Tear Da Club Up Thugs, T-Rock)

 

 

 (DJ Paul)

 Yeah 

 HC mutha fuckin P nigga 

 Hypnotized mutha fuckin Mindz bitch 

 For you mutha fuckin rinky dink records up out there 

 Ya'll know who ya'll is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's 

 DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas 

 T-Rock rock that shit fo these (?) 

 

 [Verse 1: T-Rock] 

 My house of representitives, be A town assassins 

 That'll cause a riot in any shape form or fashion 

 Run up in your grill, when attention who we blastin' 

 Now woo now we presidental thing, cause you was flashin' 

 We some alcoholic niggas, we cause depression' 

 A-tech in this mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin' 

 Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin' 

 All because we makin' cheddar other clicks are lackin' 

 Down for the cause, where you haters wanna brawl 

 Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call 

 We some treal figgas', drug heal niggas, makin' (?) quicker 

 Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill niggas 

 Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them brain cells 

 Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of fame mama 

 Clean till I'm gone, like I'm ridin on the chrome 

 Shakin' all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome 

 

 [Chrous:] x2 

 (DJ Paul)

 The last boy, you gone hit this and feel me 

 Smilin' in my face, but you you really wanna kill me 

 Hail one of you niggas, wonna get some like that (some) 

 Hail one of you niggas, wonna get some like that (some) 

 The last boy, you gone hit this and feel me 

 Smilin' in my face, but you you really wanna kill me 

 Hail one of you niggas, wonna get some like that (some) 

 Hail one of you niggas, wonna get some like that (some) 

 

 (DJ Paul)

 Ohhwee it's gettin' hot up in here 

 You mutha fucka's learned some technique yet nigga 

 I start this shit...changed the beat up 

 

 [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] 

 Get back from me nigga here come lord your fuckin' nemesis 

 Back on your premisices, remember what I left on bitch 

 You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me 

 you can't make me, you can't break me, 

 Always shady, and I leave yo weakass (?) 

 I got no fears and no pain in my veins mayn 

 I been insane coming free in the black rain 

 You wanna step up to the mayn, well put yourself in danger 

 I'm like the ranger from the west and obsessed with anger 

 I hear the room was from consumers and this shit is funny 

 The niggas talkin' shit, it's niggas who ain't got no money 

 They make a sale off fuck a grip they askin never again 

 They make a sack a stick to bitch they askin never stick 

 They make a sack to spit this gangsta shit they'll never spit 

 So walk up faking feel the shackin' drowning in fuckin' piss 

 Trick yo' gossip, your like fossets so I let you leak 

 Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat 

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3: Juicy J] 

 Mayn you bitches got problems, let it be known hoe 

 This whoadie gone solve 'em, when it be one who 

 Fucking round wit grown men 

 That Hypnotized Camp 

 HCP we got that pump, cut up your fuckin' neck 

 Man I'm glad these niggas gonna the fuck up out the Posse Songs 

 Now I'm smilin in an (?) ridin on chrome 

 Singin'...No new niggas in our click we thick, we rich, we glist, we been 

 down for years 

 

 [Verse 4: DJ Paul] 

 I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed 

 I done hold down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's 

 Niggas talkin' bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin but a bitch 

 Say you always claimin killa, but for real you suckin' dick 

 Yeah it's funny how it is to see a nigga in a thong 

 Get them glocks with the pop, you gone break yo ass and run 

 I ain't fuckin' wit yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove 

 Let yo legs move be a mutha fuckin best move..bitch 

 

 [Chorus x1]