mr lil one – highway 666 lyrics
(feat. knightowl, mr. shadow)
john, i’m standing on highway 666
running through bands like quartets
sh-t broke
[mr. lil’ one]
stimulated by the slow track, think i need to go back
will i consume too many ounces of the cognac
who got your back dog, ain’t no need to lie
falsify, the wink in your eye
i remember times when you cried to me
put that on your life you never lied to me
now i try to be just plain old me
where the f-ck you get nuts to put smuge on me
i’ma chop it up like wood, shed a little bit of light now
and i’ma tell you where you outta be right now
motherf-cker, riding on the campaign
who got the champagne, f-cking up my last name
i got a rendevouz with all of you
so i’ma follow you and slaughter you and tell you what you outta do
get yourself a four five, put that it in your mouth
pull the trigger motherf-cker till you blackout
[chorus: mr. lil’ one]
highway 666
is where we roam, is where we cripple motherf-ckers in they dome
highway 666
is where we mob, is where we slaughter motherf-ckers and they moms
highway 666
is where we hang, is where the evil motherf-ckers come and bang
highway 666
is where we live, is where we curse motherf-ckers and they kids
[mr. shadow]
it’s your worst thought, your spot is now taken
i’m tripping off some bomb sh-t, now wait a second
who’s stepping, tripping, yapping or disrespecting
all you loud mouth motherf-ckers feel the murder weapon
situation where the average man
dies with his eyes open and a gun in his hand
turn a man into a b-tch, you will get hit
on highway 666 with broken bottle and sticks
you kicked the bucket, me, nights and lil’ say f-ck it
catch you in the shadows of your hood cuz we love it
sd thugging, southern cali madness
valley of the d-mned where horrific sh-t happens
subtracting fools from your block, trick believe me
you’ll be a headliner, missing like chandra levy
looks can be decieving so don’t judge the cover
you just met the three mistahs you motherf-cker
[chorus]
[knightowl]
i’m cursed by the spooky sh-t where blood likes to drip
where fools like to pack blades with garlic on the tip
pack a forty five, smoke fools for the f-ck of it
watch a motherf-cker beg, shoot him in the f-cking head
why gives a sh-t, not me, watch em die
the sky be getting lit but this ain’t fourth of july
b-tches that’ll yap take a nap with the sharks
meet us at the park, it gets crazy after dark
i’ll crack your f-cking dome, shut them eyes like a j-p
snap your f-cking spine, best to not f-ck with mine
highway triple-6 where your life’ll get stolen
rush a motherf-cker if you feel the nuts swollen
come and take a chance where the devil likes to dance
have you ever seen a man p-ss up in his pants
cry like a baby, chances slim just like shady
the last thing you see my fist clutch a three eighty
[chorus]
highway 666
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