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8ball & mjg – lick’em up shot lyrics

[intro: papa reu]
here it is, we come to dance in the ‘94
eightball and mjg together with the south circle, see
we gon’ do it like this for all them boys, so check it

[chorus: papa reu]
we l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
we l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em up shot, n-gga
l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em shot, n-gga
we l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em shot, n-gga
l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em up shot, n-gga

[verse 1: eightball]
check one, on the mic, it’s the fat mack, freakin’ on this phat track
peep my khakis saggin’ and my gat in my backpack
gangsta memphis, home of players and uzi sprayers
but me, i’m just a hustler, f-ckin’ poetic rhyme sayer
iz-eight-bizall, will make a new n-gga fall
then send him to the land of the orange mound k!ller clan
him being the enemy, meaning he’s not down with me
meaning he didn’t come up in the m-th-f-ckin’ mound with me
i got a posse thick as hinds if you did not know
some of them are jackin’ but the other half slang dope
gangsta, straight from the bottom, got ‘em sick with this
flavor that was made up by that n-gga named t-mix
blast him, bucked him, let him eat the hollow tips
sn-tch him like a b-tch and then beat him with the pistol grip
danger, anger, overload, explode
go into my ‘f-ck the world’ mode, l!ck ‘em up shot, n-gga

[chorus: papa reu]
we l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
we l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em up shot, n-gga
we l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
we l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em shot, n-gga
l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
we l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em shot, n-gga
we l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
we l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em up shot, n-gga

[verse 2: mjg]
just give me a m-th-f-ckin’ reason to demonstrate a pimpin’ type appeal and
i’m peelin’ caps in your m-th-f-ckin’ nose
and i’m drillin’ holes in your coffin
quite often, i have to show these n-ggas who the boss and
keep tossin’ these hoes upside the m-th-f-ckin’ wall
these b-tches eatin’ supper out my fine silk drawers
because i plays my card, and i likes to h-u-s-
t-l-e, mj-f-cking-g
ain’t gonna be another busta in my future talking shi
‘cause he don’t know who he f-ckin’ with
see, it’s the p-i-m-p-i-n-g in me
it keeps me totally about the m-o m-o-n-e-
why these n-ggas front with this bullsh-t i don’t understand
shady -ss busta, sticky -ss hand
you run for cover when my m-th-f-ckin’ bomb drop
on you and your crew, n-gga, l!ck ‘em up shot

[chorus: papa reu]
we l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
we l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em up shot, n-gga
we l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
we l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em shot, n-gga
we l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
we l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em shot, n-gga
we l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
we l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em up shot, n-gga

[verse 3: 8ball]
southern funkadelic terrorist got ‘em scared of this
young n-gga making a fat grip being a lyricist
k!ll with the m-th-f-ckin’ glock if i’m forced to
break a n-gga off and leave ‘em shorter than tattoo
peace and much love to the n-ggas that i’m down with
the n-ggas that i clown with that’s down with this south sh-t
hard from the start, so many players on my family tree
meaning there was many doing this sh-t before it came to me
hard times made a n-gga write a lot of hard rhymes
f-ck walking a chalk line, mayne, i gots to get mine
death wish, cl!ck goes the clip in my piece
one in the chamber for the jackers and the crooked police
no more peace without a piece, a n-gga life will cease
for your herringbone or the phat ride you crease
if you got nuts thinkin’ that i’m droppin’, i’m not
l!ck ‘em up shot, n-gga, l!ck ‘em up shot

[verse 4: mjg]
here comes the m-th-f-ckin’ n-gga, with his own type of rhythm
get ‘em, up, n-gga, n-gga, get ‘em
up, if you wanna, come jack it
step, make a move, ‘cause i’m packin’
what, ever it, takes for
me to get a n-gga up off me
mjg rollin’, down the strip dodgin’, dips drinkin’ crown
i’ma sip one more fifth
i’ma chief six more spliffs
i’ma drop these sucka ducks
run ‘em over like mack trucks
dumpin’ bustas in a lake
i gotta dispose ‘em out their way
straight up, sucka n-gga, you gets popped
f-ckin’ with this clique, l!ck ‘em up shot, n-gga

[interlude: papa reu]
we ain’t a joke
when me rhyme, me no play, me no joke
when me rhyme, me no play, me no joke
we stinkin’ murderers
when me rhyme, me no play, me no joke
when me rhyme, me no play, me no joke
when me rhyme, me no play, me no joke
we stinkin’ murderers
when me rhyme, me no play, me no joke
we stinkin’ murderers
they’re picking up the place like they’re a big time hustler
their gun in their waist, a millimeter
they’re coming out again ‘cause buy can got ‘cause we…

[chorus: papa reu]
we l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
we l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em up shot, n-gga
we l!ck a shot, l!ck a l!ck a shot
we l!ck a shot, l!ck ‘em shot, n-gga

[outro: papa reu]
here it is, we’re coming to dance in the ‘94
8ball & mjg together with the south circle…
and we’re gonna l!ck up shots to all them boys…

- 8ball mjg lyrics

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