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a.l.t. - deez nuts lyrics

[verse 1: a.l.t.]
let’s get down to the nitty gritty
it’s a stone cold world and a even worse city
and if you ever wanna trip
i got a automatic doozy with a filled up clip
so come take a trip through the hood with me
you might be surprised of what you see
like flaco, sniffin’ up the coca
or a b-tch who sucking d-ck for a rock, we call her loca
a little kid throwing up gang signs
standing on the corner, sellin’ nickels and dimes
i’m rollin’ by, and i’m hittin’ my switch
and if you talking sh-t, then i’m flipping a b-tch
and hopping out the ride with the automatic toys
chains and bats, and a whole lot of homeboys
and we all straight g’s
the name is a.l.t and don’t f-ck with these

[break: tony g]
“these nuts”
“these nuts”

[verse 2: a.l.t.]
i’m rollin’ through the streets in a stolen van
who’s the man, with the master plan
the mean motherf-cker straightin’ g’in
the one with the gun in a f-cking museum
and the dress getting tossed out
and if you writin’ your name on the wall, was getting crossed out
with the r.i.p. next to it
i know you didn’t think that i would but i’d do it
it’s a trip, better not slip
run for your gun as i make the hit
your ship just sank, i just go blank
and if you come through my hood, you better bring a tank
so f-ck all the masquerades
cause a.l.t k!ll more fools than aids
it’s a sickness i do it with the quickness ease
the name is a.l.t and don’t f-ck with these

[break: tony g]
“these nuts”
“these nuts”
“these nuts”
“these nuts”

[verse 3: a.l.t]
you just won a trip to the wild wild west
hotel accommodations with a gat in a vest
so one o’ clock, two o’ clock, three o’ clock, glock
the undercover cop just moved up the block
i can go psycho like norman bates
and make ’em motherf-ckers see the pearly gates
i wanna pump your -ss with a pound of led
just ask tiny, unknown or kevin kev
a cop busted, then i said, “freeze”
and if i smoke his -ss, i’m on a sell cds
but if i let him live and try to be positive
the critics’ll love me, the paychecks ugly
boom, he falls to the ground
he’s bleeding from the mouth and he’s making a f-cked up sound
and then i’m gone with the wind like a breeze
the name is a.l.t so don’t f-ck with these

[break: tony g]
“these nuts”
“these nuts”
“these nuts”
“these nuts”

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