Town Shit Lyrics

Town Shit lyrics

This is my townshit, (townshit...)

 Wit the Raleighs, for the niggaz, that whoride

 

 Chorus:

 

 This is my townshit for the niggaz 

 in the 'Maros and the Mali's wit the Raleighs

 This is my townshit for the niggas that whoride and the bustas high side

 This is the townshit where we have sideshows that get raided by the
five-o's

 This is my townshit for the niggas, that strap gats, and accumulate scratch

 

 This is my townshit for the niggas in 'Maros and the Mali's wit the
Raleighs

 And the kits can't forget the 'Stangs the Coupes, and old schools wit the
duals

 Sittin on gold ones, beats in the trunk straight blowin for blocks

 But ain't trippin on the cops, ballers ballers

 Knots in ya pocks, non-stop action

 Hoes be flaggin, playas down in the traffic

 And vice versa action, tongue lashin

 Pooh butts be draggin, so they get passed by

 But don't blame it on the high

 Just smash off and better luck next time

 You hittin the strip, don't trip, cause every few blocks

 You run into a knot ya stop and pop one

 Sittin pretty tight, holla at me later on good night, trick

 This is my townshit

 

 This is my townshit for the niggaz

 in the 'Maros and the Mali's wit the Raleighs

 This is my townshit for the niggaz that whoride and the bustas high side

 This is the townshit where we have sideshows that get raided by the
five-o's

 This is my townshit for the niggaz, that strap gats, and accumulate scratch

 

 Let me touch down on makin paper hit on the pager I do you little favor

 For a fee, I pitched it to my foleys we skin deep you're crossed we

 And re-ve-enge we blend in like two chameleons 

 can't see our skin when we bounce in

 Cause we be covered in leather, and it goes down however 

 we want us and when we 

 slide up on ya on the corner and start bustin like whoridas

 With them choppers, makin niggas wanna retire, and that's how you handle your


 business, man, what is this?

 

 This is my townshit for the niggaz

 in 'Maros and the Mali's wit the Raleighs

 This is my townshit for the niggas, that strap gats, and accumulate scratch

 

 Mr. Critical don't wanna get physical,

 I'm freakin this empty signal as Big Nose

 Jay-Z or Reggie, are they ready for some straight laced who rida joggin

 That we be splurgin lurkin nightstalkin

 chalkin fools up in the list a hits and 

 check this

 

 [Saafir]

 Westbound lick the town shit give me a pound shit

 Give it playa status and smash it to ya hideout

 Then knock on me on ya block foley on a come up

 Till the sun's up gettin this paid another who-rida

 Escapade-us, the greatest side-show on earth

 Was givin birth in a town-bitch

 Cowards get infected by a five-O can't feel nuthin

 but a cool, calm and collected 

 when I ride though

 Sideways on a hoe call her a bitch then bump this

 gold fingers on bomb tell ya son 

 got that townshit

 

 This is my townshit for the niggaz

 in the 'Maros and the Mali's wit the Raleighs

 This is my townshit for the niggaz that whoride and the bustas high side

 This is the townshit where we have sideshows that get raided by the
five-o's

 This is my townshit for the niggaz, that strap gats, and accumulate scratch

 This is my townshit for the niggaz in the K5, who ride, stay high, you know