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dru down - rigged lyrics

i was h-lla drunk one night
had a gang of dope in the trunk that night
and drivin with one headlight
saw some hoes by the bus
then hit a couple of donuts cause i like to have hoes on my nuts
one said ‘fasten your seatbelt quickly’
that was a cap so that b-tch could get with me
i was drunk and she knew it
when i speeded past police and that m-th-f-cka t. lewis
i tried to smash but they swooped me
i’m in first place, a high speed chase, i’m leavin em in my hooptie
the b-tch mumbled “let me out” (hey, let me outta here!)
took a second look and she was chewin a half a ounce in her mouth
i tried to pause and sh-t, she hit the fog
i had jumped out quick and got ran over by a sidekick
task hit they brakes, too late
ran straight into the sidekick, f-cked up the b-tch’s face
i think the accident killed her
but that’s the first time a n-gg- got away drivin a fo’-cylinder
they called for re-inforcement
i had a head-on collision with the police hors-m-n
bounced, popped the trunk, got my dope
and my forty ounce, and went for m-th-f-ckin broke
finally made it to the spot, my n-gg- was hot
he had the clientele because he had the fat rocks
sellin weight out your house (is a rigger)
lettin a b-tch keep your safe (now that’s a rigger)
a fifth of gin to the face (there’s a rigger)
(it’s just another burial ground you m-th-f-ckas gotta dig up)
servin narcs in the open (there’s a rigger)
a gang of n-gg-s rollin cr-ps (is a rigger)
leavin your house without your strap (there’s a rigger)
(it’s just another burial ground you m-th-f-ckas gotta dig up)
kickin it with my n-gg-s at the ‘twilight’
zonin, must be on, this b-tch won’t let me out her eyesight
cause she been starin for a long–ss time, gee
she’s h-lla fine, a big behind, nice physique
thinkin to myself: i gotta get her
figured this top-notch b-tch had a n-gg-
she said he just quit her
her name was sharlene and knew sh-t was she mean
with -ss bustin all out her guess jeans
seems kinda sprung on that oak n-gg- (where’s your broad?)
i don’t have one cause all these hoes are gold-diggers
so i ain’t lookin for a romance
she giggled a little and then she asked me do i wanna slowdance
i started grabbin on that -ss, hops
but when i felt on that c-ck i musta hit the jackpot
cause a n-gg- came out swingin
right in the middle of a song that levert fat–ss was singin
he snuffed the b-tch in the mouth
i got b-mrushed to the ground when security kicked us out
he had me trapped, i couldn’t bounce
picked up a bottle from the ground and cramped his -ss with a forty ounce
n-gg-s buff as i park and hit
he was laid out on the ground with a lump in his dreads
my hands are red, i’m paranoid, man
the b-tch had came out with some n-gg-s to help her ex-boyfriend
my homie [name] had got the sawed-off
i grabbed the b-tch by her throat and d-mn near chopped her jaw off
i tried to scuffle but the n-gg- straight wrestled me down
on the ground, cause he had bigger muscles
my homie sprayed the sh-t like a chopper, gee
i screamed out “help!” cause i had a dead n-gg- on top of me
popped his homie, then we left the b-tch
buckshots blew his whole m-th-f-ckin chest to bits
sellin weight out your house (is a rigger)
lettin a b-tch keep your safe (that’s a rigger)
a fifth of gin to the face (there’s a rigger)
(it’s just another burial ground you m-th-f-ckas gotta dig up)
servin narcs in the open (there’s a rigger)
a gang of n-gg-s rollin cr-ps (that’s a rigger)
leavin your house without your strap (is a rigger)
(it’s just another burial ground you m-th-f-ckas gotta dig up)
looney tunes in this m-th-f-cka
got to say what’s up to my partner c&h
what’s up you ballin–ss n-gg-, you?
that n-gg- dru m-th-f-ckin down
(givin that gat to them b-tches, youknowmsayin?)
still the pimp of the year, youknowmsayin?

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