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buckshot - supa straight lyrics

[chorus]
bought a f-cking oz, so you know i’m supa straight
lick lick and stick the paper lick and stick the paper lick and stick the paper
bought a f-cking oz, so you know i’m supa straight
lick lick and stick the paper lick and stick the paper lick and stick the paper
bought a f-cking oz, so you know i’m supa straight
lick lick and stick the paper lick and stick the paper lick and stick the paper
bought a f-cking oz, so you know i’m supa straight
lick lick and stick the paper lick and stick the paper lick and stick the paper

[verse 1]
bought a f-cking oz now you know i’m supa straight
bullets started flying to your chest watch it penetrate
messing up your f-cking lungs heart about to f-cking burst
taking care my business still blow one with my n-gg- zirk
game don’t never change and you n-gg-s y’all can hate this sh-t
my click is too thick and you still f-cking with [?]
chiefing on a blunt for a minute watch i get a buzz
[?] me out i’m coming shooting to k!ll cause there ain’t no love
tired of you b-tches perpetrating n-gg-s constantly playing
b-tches get me hot best believe ima start spraying
buckshot do not give a f-ck constanly cause we chiefing chicken
stopping at the liquor store get full then we [?] b-tches
tossing up these n-gg-s like pancakes i keep a tone
peace to orange mound but my hood call it dixie home
suckers that be trying me bodies get left near a lake
i bought me an oz my nig now i’m supa straight

[chorus]

[verse 2]
it’s seems that society lables me as a thug
they can’t understand why this young black man is going drugs
since i was a shorty life was f-cked so i needed a break
i’d watch my momma smoke her bud still [?] out of the ashtray
dash out the back door the buck is up to no good
its 1994 guess what’s popping in my hood (in my hood)
n-gg-s splitting swisher sweets
f-ck, there no razor blades
well might just use your finger nails heres an oz let’s get supa straight
now take that d-mn cigar skin and fill it up with marijuana
light ‘em up and smoke ‘em like a slippin’ trick that’s on your corner
man this bud has got me and i know it cause i’m staring to choke
[?] than some indica im higher than a mink coat
n-body f-cks with me
buckshot is straight doing fine
b-tches get your hands off me
you might push me off cloud 9
hoes don’t get mad at me
i’m sorry i don’t love ya got a ounce of that sh-t and i’m straight as a motha’ f-cka’

[chorus]

[verse 3]
now lets grab them chrome thangz and head for the suckers slang
[?]
cause you know [?] don’t play
im all about my hussle when i see them things step my way
gotta get my ends gotta keep some gs that’s how it be
if i [?] i’d be f-cked up in the game g
too thick like my blood
i don’t show no f-cking love
to them [?] head ima serve them ‘til they braindead
now back to the track, i got to sell this crack
i see them junkie robbers tryna creep up they don’t want no black
i got some fellow dope boys they got my back when i jack
so i know what i lack they surely will pack
so back up off this pimp so i can [?]

- buckshot lyrics

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