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andre the giant - shout 'em out lyrics

[a.g.]
yeah yeah, the dirty n-ggas again
…
check me out yo
i push the half-dozen light green, can’t front
the drop 6 is quite mean, don’t front
shorty’s lookin right in them skin-tight jeans
body sick, want a l!ck like ice cream (go ‘head)
you’re jigglin baby
and my style so ill got the b-tches goin crazy
the n-ggas all hate me (that’s why)
i keep the triggers off safety, spit about 80
i spit vernon rock, that’s hot lava
clock on my dollar you got nada
overlook my spot, i’ll rock harder
try to take what i got, the glock holla
“tango & cash,” mango ‘dro with the hash
red range rove’ with the stash
cop was caught in plain clothes, that’s his -ss
cop was caught in plain clothes, that’s his -ss

[hook]
shout, shout, we get smoked out
we got the dirt y’all can’t live without
c’mon, we’re talkin to you
c’mon

[party arty]
no choice, i’m on this one (with no voice)
i get up in that -ss with no moist
laid up, fat n-gga style
eat everywhere i go, black n-gga style
smack a n-gga up with that whack n-gga style
you can’t f-ck around with my rap n-gga style
d-ck longer than a mile, stronger than a cow
peace to all my n-ggas from shaol’ to chi-town
now now, boys and girls sit down
old folks get up and get down – wit’cho bad self
we married to the game and if rap divorce us
f-ck stress – i’mma die from natural causes
when you see us 3 in them apple porsches
don’t run up on the car, we ain’t asked to floss this
party arty, boss of all bosses
from the bronx to down south – g.d. whylin out

[hook]

[d-flow]
it be the same flow, look in the ice and see the rainbow
aim low – and hit my target price
the god spit it twice, whack rappers die on the spot
high off the charts, say another rhyme i’ll fly ya knot
get ya stacks up, rappers better call for backup
whippin these cats like they f-cked the pack up
spit acid, the john wayne of this rap sh-t
guns be plastic, puttin sons in caskets
rhyme sick, shoulda heard me the first time d-ck
watch a crime fl!ck, come outside let the 9 spit
puff nestle, do hits on jet ski
snipe n-ggas like wesley, “black mask” like jet li
wear a teflon, my cash n-ggas is dead on
mr. dirty don, tailor-made threads on

[hook] – 2x

c’mon

[hook]

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