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esham - p-p-p-pow (feat. icp) lyrics

m-th-r f–kers try to play us like we somethin more mysterious
but we be doin wicked sh-t and murderin these super heroes
p-p-p-pow with the wicked sh-t p-p-p-pow
wicked wild wicked wicked wild p-p-p-pow no doubt
p-p-p-pow its the truest p-p-p-pow
who in soopa villians illin p-p-p-pow
p-p-p-pow ima blow your mouth all the way out
so when somebody stand behind you they can look out your mouth
p-p-p-pow time to make another million
p-p-p-pow purple pushin bubble stealin
p-p-p-pow show me murder ima show thee the cause
that pcp be havin me im breakin laws in my drawers
p-p-p-pow boogie woogie bang bang dont stop
p-p-p-pow in sync when the glock go pop
p-p-p-pow dead body boys rollin along
i brings it home and my momma help me bury the bones
p-p-p-pow you can’t stop me now im out on the prowl
p-p-p-pow to the judge if im ever on trial
p-p-p-pow ima sn-tch your f–kin kidney out your stomach
make you vomit hit the tonic like sonic and get demonic baby
you can’t play me
you can’t play me b-tch
you can’t play me
you can’t play me b-tch
–chorus–
p-p-p-pow if you dress up like osama bin laden
p-p-p-pow to them days when n-ggas was picken cotton
p-p-p-pow spittin voodoo on a roller coaster look at me now
esham and j we thought you knew like you supposed to baby wow
p-p-p-pow make your body rottin p-p-p-pow
for plottin to put your -ss out the gate forever forgotten
p-p-p-pow tongue black eyes red cause we walk with the dead
and if we hit your probly p-ssed we take a piece of your head
p-p-p-pow my styles big bad wolf blow your house down
p-p-p-pow acid rain on the whole underground
p-p-p-pow soopa villians on the east side im reppin the west
im in the vest but i would push you with the coushins to bed
blowin on the neighborhood goosh
because its the best sh-t smoked by the whole d-mn crew
p-p-p-pow with monoxide rollin around
we pickin rudy up in purple prince and pacy parkin p-p-p-p-pow
you can’t play me
you can’t play me b-tch
you can’t play me
you can’t play me b-tch
now let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
these n-ggas still trippin b-tch still l!ckin d-ck in
i slipped another clip in you step to me im rippin
bullets your flesh rippin your bl–dy body be trippin
see back in detroit i be like always dippin
sound with psychopathic and im still transistin
im pullin to your cranium you non exsistent
my gat be on fire like the horse from detroit pistons
–chorus–

- esham lyrics

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