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canned heat - spoonful lyrics

{aye you want some of this sh-t
naw, i don’t want that sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t play dat sh-t
and i’m fin’nin’ to buss a cap in a n-gg-
man shut the f-ck up}
{slow down, slow down, slow down
you see that brick house right there
that’s the n-gg- crib when he come out
you gotta tighten his -ss up
i’m a get in the other car, aight}
if there’s beef, c-ck it and dump it
the drama really means nothing to me
i’ll ride by and blow ya brains out
there’s no time to c-ck it
no way you can stop it
when n-gg-s run up on you wit them thangs out
i do what i gotta do, i don’t care i if get caught
the da can play this motherf-ckin’ tape in court
i’ll kill you, i ain’t playin’
hear what i’m sayin’, homie i ain’t playin’
catch you slippin’, i’ma kill you, i ain’t playin’
hear what i’m sayin’, homie i ain’t playin’
keep thinkin’ i’m candy till ya f-ckin’ skull get popped
and ya brain jump out the top like jack-in-da-box
in the hood summer time is the killing season
it’s hot out this b-tch that’s a good ’nuff reason
i’ve seen gangsta’s get religious when they start bleedin’
sayin’, “lord, jesus help me” â€~cuz they -ss leakin’
when they window roll down and that a.k. come out
you can squeeze ya ill handgun until you run out
and you can run for ya back-up
but them machine gun sh-lls gone tear ya back up
god’s on ya side, sh-t i’m aight wit that
â€~cause we gon’ reload them clips and come right back
it’s a fact homie, you go against me ya f-cked
i get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then lady luck
look n-gg-, don’t think you safe â€~cause you moved out the hood
â€~cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain’t good
if you was smart you’d be shook of me
â€~cuz i’d get tired of lookin’ for ya
spray ya momma crib
and let ya -ss look for me
if there’s beef, c-ck it and dump it
the drama really means nothing to me
i’ll ride by and blow ya brains out
there’s no time to c-ck it
no way you can stop it
when n-gg-s run up on you wit them thangs out
i do what i gotta do, i don’t care i if get caught
the da can play this motherf-ckin’ tape in court
i’ll kill you, i ain’t playin’
hear what i’m sayin’, homie i ain’t playin’
catch you slippin’, i’ma kill you, i ain’t playin’
hear what i’m sayin’, homie i ain’t playin’
my heart bleeds for you n-gg-, i can’t wait to get to you
behind that twinkle in ya eyes, i can see the b-tch in you
n-gg- you know the streets talk
so they’ll be no white flags and no peace talks
i got my back against the wind
i’m down to ride till the sun burn out
if i die today
i’m happy how my life turned out
see the shootouts that i’ve been in i’m by myself
locked up i was in a box by myself
i done made myself a millionaire by myself
now, sh-t changed motherf-cker i can hire some help
i done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
but ya shooter fin’nin’ to get get shot it won’t do ’em no good
with a pistol i define the definition of pain
if you survive ya bones’ll still f-ckin’ hurt when it rains
oh you a pro at playin’ battleship well this ain’t the same
lil’ homie this is a whole different type of war game
see the losers and up in shackles of motherf-ckin’ chains
or laid out in the streets leakin’ out they brains
if there’s beef, c-ck it and dump it
the drama really means nothing to me
i’ll ride by and blow ya brains out
there’s no time to c-ck it
no way you can stop it
when n-gg-s run up on you wit them thangs out
i do what i gotta do, i don’t care i if get caught
the da can play this motherf-ckin’ tape in court
i’ll kill you, i ain’t playin’
hear what i’m sayin’, homie i ain’t playin’
catch you slippin’, i’ma kill you, i ain’t playin’
hear what i’m sayin’, homie i ain’t playin’
after the fist fights, it’s gunfire boy, you get the best of me
if you don’t wanna get shot, i suggest you don’t go testin’ me
all the wrong i’ve done, the lord still keep on blessin’ me
fin’nin’ to run rap ‘cuz dr. dre got the recipe
yeah, uh ha, aye dre
you got me feelin’ real bulletproof up in this motherf-cker
â€~cuz my windows on my motherf-ckin’ benz is bulletproof n-gg-
â€~cuz my motherf-ckin’ vest is bulletproof n-gg-
â€~cuz my motherf-ckin’ hat is bulletproof n-gg-
but the doc said if i get hit i might get a f-ckin’ concussion
better that then a hole in the head right n-gg-, heh heh ha ha

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