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ft z ro hurricane chris - here we go (ft. z-ro) - hurricane chris lyrics

[intro:]
never begged time (never begged time)
never paid time to man or creature (that’s right!)
(king of the ghetto)
i said i never begged time to a man or a creature
(f-ck you and the n-gg- you love the most, n-gg-)
rapping that mafia, let’s go!

who you ever been from around here
home boy, i kick the syphilitic top to make noise
better know we’re going hard!
so don’t come on me cause i’m ready
my nothing but spaghetti
n-gg- talking like he wanted, but he don’t
and i know, be a hoe, we could take it toe to toe
blow that blow! i had your people ..
now i ain’t that cold unless it’s snowing
man, i’m straight honest, see the pro
but it’s the
a pretty n-gg-s in the place,
they ain’t nothing less, ain’t nothing more
listen sh-t you can rap to
but if you’re real and you know
i told my dad i always gonna be a gangster when i was frozed
standing in my yard trying to call my uncle..
now i’m bowling and ain’t never coming back
bro, remember when we used to sneak.. through the back door and be quiet
now we sell them, hit the flow and get live
cause you all know how to drive,
pay attention to the sign
plus on the.. decide it’s a h-ll of fat,
yellow bone with some brown eyes, want me to go deep inside
realize, still drive like what the h-ll is a chauffeur
but at that party in the maybach, my chick .on you dopers
i’m on my way back from spain, so let’s just say that i’m not loco
a young ceo, i’m a mother f-cking mole
you, you, you i got some microwave like a toaster
never seen money? come and let me show you!
let me show you:

chorus:
here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go
here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go
(mother f-ckers don’t know how we’ve been)
here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, her we go
(we gonna show you n-gg-s how we’ve been)
here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go
(oh, mother f-ckers don’t know how we’ve been)
here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go
(we gonna show you n-gg-s how we’ve been)

look, who else wanna do that,
like the opponent n-gg-s that busted into crowd movement
..it’s original clique and i.. till my nipples is blue black
..i need my pictures to homie
can’t move in a set, n-gg- said you can’t get his d-ck, i throw -ss, homie
ya fellows reload the shopping, me i’ve come out of my host for popping
i can’t relax.. n-gg- i’m supposed to drop it
i don’t f-ck with rap n-gg-s
rap n-gg-s be on rap n-gg-s.. all in the head of a rap n-gg-
they speak when they’re told to
f-ck, it’s rap when they told to
whatever they’re boss may tell them to do
there’s just what they gonna do
had a book and i respect you, and i don’t even own you
n-gg-, try to shoot with me is what they get blown to
ya n-gg-s can’t kill me, homie
but even if ya kill me, homie
you see. i’mma keep the whole world don’t feel me, homie
man, ..met a man i’mma gonna run away from
either one at a time, or all in the line,
i promised i’m ready whenever they come home!

i’m back in this b-tch, i break your back if you flinch
i make so much money cause i drop nothing but cl-ssical hits
yeah, i’ll be dreaming, as a matter of fact, ain’t no rapper
but you think you could all imagine .. what closed to them,
we need to handle this sh-t!
got.. coming out of my show with a and the clapping, and let it speak
and the whole let us all, when i grab like a phone
that a n-gg- so cold, when i’m on a song, with a n-gg- trying to rub a hole in your sh-t
got a top on for the.. i’ll be rolling the beat
everything coming out.. fire, just listen the
this ain’t the swag, swag, swag, this will make me bust your -ss sh-t
rapping -ss n-gg-s acting like they’re on some fake sh-t
game over, i got them on my body beg list
i heard you was bad, but words mean
no key in.. counting cash with my head..
come from to make you back seat
conformation down, made them to a

- ft z ro hurricane chris lyrics

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