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e-a-ski - maddoggin' lyrics

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

[verse 1: e-a-ski]
i’m steady creepin’ while other n-ggas 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-ggas, i got ’em cigarette smokin’
n-gga, 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-gga, 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-ggas better keep my name of their breath and chew some gum or somethin’
knockin’ your -ss out like “deebo” will keep your gun from bumpin’
cheatin’ n-ggas 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-gga, 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-gga, f-ck your versace 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-ggas and they b-tch cl!cks, wanna f-ck with the img

[verse 2: jayo felony]
sophisticated ghetto n-ggas, graduate and curve swerve 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-ggas off of balconies
spread like disease on foreign land, i command my respect from you cowards
cause you don’t seem to understand, why a n-gga 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-gga 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-gga 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-gga, now we (madd-gg-n’)
you f-ck around and get your cap twisted
f-ckin’ with this img cl!ck n-gga, 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-gga, we (madd-gg-n’)
who’s the first to bust a cap i thought you knew n-gga
west side for life!!

[verse 3: e-a-ski]
all that braggin’ you doin’, i know some n-ggas that’ll jack you out your drawers
prison n-ggas that’ll run up in your walls
stank breath, nappy-head, hoey–ss-n-ggas
come see how much money you got, when at your phony–ss-n-ggas
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-gga
you’s a b-tch with a man figure, slippin’, drinkin’ all that fancy liquor
alizé and cristal, sip it up, think that n-ggas’ drunk now
stick ’em up and give it up, i’m jackin’ all n-ggas 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 versace and your champagne bullsh-t
knowin’ your punk–ss ain’t rich n-gga, we (madd-gg-n’)
i know some n-ggas that’ll jack you out your draws
and run up in your walls n-gga, they (madd-gg-n’)
img n-gga, img b-tch!!! img for life n-gga, 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-gga or what?
yeah, no more talk, all you buster–ss-n-ggas that’s
clossin’ n-ggas talkin’ behind n-ggas’ backs
you a b-tch n-gga, remember that n-gga, you a b-tch–ss-n-gga!!!
you don’t wanna see this motherf-ckin’ n-gga
whas happenin’? img n-gga, we can go cl!ck against cl!ck, b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck, we madd-gg-n’ on all you buster–ss-n-ggas
that’s on my momma b-tch!

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