C-Squat

now

we're That's why I clap, see that flesh get scorned Beats so bad, make me feel like you ain't runnin' before I'm joined And tell your friends, they the hell out of my lawn Chicken George became Dead George, stealin' chickens from my farm I'm not the dead pigeon, if you a mafiosus Then I'm bringin' all Haitian Sicilians Nobody shootin', my body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tunkin', send a razor blade That sounds sick, maybe one day I'll ride the horror Jackson, Akira, Stevie Wonder, C-Squat, babies Becoming enemies with their own families But we're getting coming up with what we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta run A boy on the side of Babylon

Yeah, in saloons, we drink booms and battle wounds to high noon, bust rap tunes on flat spoons, take no shorts like poom pooms, see hoochies, pop coochies, fakoochies, and luchi, buy me in my mental, we she eatin' sushi, bumpin' oogies, hey, hey, hey.

Try to take the crew and we don't play, play, say, say, say, like Paul McCartney, not hardly, odd, but you know, I can see right through your puff, niggas huff and they puff, but they can't handle it.