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e a ski - mad doggin' lyrics

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[intro: e-a-ski]
[laughter]
h-ll yeah, img n-gg-
what you ain’t knowin’ about this motherf-ckin’ click motherf-cker?
we madd-gg-n’ in this b-tch, ya dig
we got motherf-ckers drinkin’ on the hater grade, that ain’t right
my n-gg- jayo in this b-tch, ya dig
look here, aiyyo, put the motherf-ckin’ e-a-ski mask on n-gg-

[e-a-ski]
i’m steady creepin’ while other n-gg-s be sleepin’
but f-ckin’ your hoes don’t do nothin’ but keep my beeper beepin’
deep, in the west side on the east side of oakland
madd-gg-n’ these n-gg-s, i got ’em cigarette smokin’
n-gg-, i’ll smack all upside your dreadlocks
and if you don’t give the west coast props when it hit your block
makin’ your spot, hot, still the coldest like the face mob
rappin’ ain’t doin’ sh-t for you n-gg-, don’t quit your day job
makin’ them one-hitter quitters is leavin’ a bitter
taste in my mouth, your sh-t is soggy like kitty litter
n-gg-s better keep my name of their breath and chew some gum or somethin’
knockin’ your -ss out like “deebo” will keep your gun from b-mpin’
cheatin’ n-gg-s like me keep the world spinnin’
without the west side who would the east side be beginnin’
now read that on my paper, left or right, west or east
n-gg-, that’s the way i write it and you read it when i speak it
i ain’t dissin’, just open up your vision
but if you diss me, i’ma have your -ss distant, i’m on a mission
n-gg-, f-ck your fachi and your champagne bullsh-t
knowin’ your punk–ss ain’t rich, i’m in your sh-t, madd-gg-n’

[chorus: e-a-ski]
mean muggin’, is how we set ’em up
all that braggin’ you doin’ motherf-cker, yeah we (madd-gg-n’)
all these n-gg-s and they b-tch clicks, wanna f-ck with the img

[jayo felony]
sophiscated ghetto n-gg-s, graduate and curve swurve into a hole chicken
because you know the time is tickin’, pickin’ lots and slangin’ rocks
to arm robberies, push my weight around, hangin’ n-gg-s off of balconeys
spread like disease on foreign land, i command my respect from you cowards
cause you don’t seem to understand, why a n-gg- got a gun in his hand
for any man tryin’ to mean mug, pull out my strap, then he ran
bam-d-mn did i get ’em, or did he get away
cause now i gots ta worry about the motherf-cker all day
but i’ma fiend, for the gunplay, my n-gg- e-a-ski caught him goin’ down a one way
he blocked the ball, looked at me like “what’s crackin’?”
i quickly threw up the block, glock start dumpin’ it’s on, till my heart stop pumpin’
jumpin’ the gun to get you dumped on, my hood keeps hoggin’
got your back against the wall n-gg- and now we madd-gg-n’

[chorus: e-a-ski]
mean muggin’, is how we set ’em up
we got your back against the wall n-gg-, now we (madd-gg-n’)
you f-ck around and get your cap twisted
f-ckin’ with this img click n-gg-, we (madd-gg-n’)
mean muggin’, is how we set ’em up
i don’t give a f-ck what coast you from motherf-cker, n-gg-, we (madd-gg-n’)
who’s the first to bust a cap i thought you knew n-gg-
west side for life!!

[e-a-ski]
all that braggin’ you doin’, i know some n-gg-s that’ll jack you out your draws
prison n-gg-s that’ll run up in your walls
stank breath, nappy head, hoey–ss-n-gg-s
come see how much money you got, when at your phoney–ss-n-gg-s
madd-gg-n’, peep plan and bout to get up in ya
and see how much that money talk continue
fool, i’ll turn your -ss upside down and
shake the motherf-ckin’ change out your pocket, and empty out your wallet
and tell your b-tch to give me fifty grand or she won’t see your -ss again
i got, six million ways to get that money out your hand, punk–ss-n-gg-
youse a b-tch with a man figure, slippin’, drinkin’ all that fancy liquor
alazay and crystal, sip it up, think that n-gg-s’ drunk now
stick ’em up and give it up, i’m jackin’ all n-gg-s that’s doin’ fake flossin’
when you see me in your hood, it ain’t all good, i’m madd-gg-n’

[chorus: e-a-ski]
i’ll turn your -ss upside down and shake the motherf-ckin’ change
out your pocket, and empty out your wallet, we (madd-gg-n’)
f-ck your fachi and your champagne bullsh-t
knowin’ your punk–ss ain’t rich n-gg-, we (madd-gg-n’)
i know some n-gg-s that’ll jack you out your draws
and run up in your walls n-gg-, they (madd-gg-n’)
img n-gg-, img b-tch!!! img for life n-gg-, we (madd-gg-n’)

[outro: e-a-ski]
h-ll motherf-ckin’ yeah
you better ask you motherf-ckin’ punk–ss self a question
do you wanna see this img n-gg- or what?
yeah, no more talk, all you buster–ss-n-gg-s that’s
clossin’ n-gg-s talkin’ behind n-gg-s’ backs
you a b-tch n-gg-, remember that n-gg-, you a b-tch–ss-n-gg-!!!
you don’t wanna see this motherf-ckin’ n-gg-
whas happenin’? img n-gg-, we can go click against click, b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck, we madd-gg-n’ on all you buster–ss-n-gg-s
that’s on my momma b-tch!



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