a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

geto boys - size ain't shit lyrics

yo bushwick, whaddya do when m’f-ckas underestimate your size man?

first of all i laugh
(then what?)
smash their -ss like a godd-mn carcrash
so if you wanna try your luck
c’mon…play p-ssy’n’get f-cked
-ss-hole snicker and get beat
your a bad motherf-cker if you dare to compete
cause diana ross be comin’ at your -ss fool
and have you singing the blues
to all now bicker and i’ll pound
let’s go around
imma take ya, shake ya
then brake ya down
and if you kick imma pick up a stick
and beat your -ss to the size of your d-ck
and that’s small
and you think you’re mackin’ when you’re lackin?
bushwick is packin!
i’ll show your girl how a real man feels
large things come in very small packages
and while your gettin’ on your knees to f-ck
a n-gg- like me’s still standin’ up
any b-tch will tell you:
as long as he has a big d-ck, size ain’t sh-t

liftin weights’ll make you bigger
but lift me you’ll be a dead–ss n-gg-
you wanna squabble coz ya think you’re tougher?
(automatic unloading) squabble that motherf-cker!
those are called bullets, they got ’em in every state
to keep n-gg-z like you in place
and since i’m a trigga happy n-gg-
look for your place to be in a
cemetary, you godd-mn sucka
lying next to another bad motherf-cka
reputation ain’t sh-t coz see:
what you done did in the past don’t excite me
v-i-c-t-o-r-y
you can’t have it…na-na-na-na-na!
any motherf-cker wanna get with bushwick?
bring it on ’cause your size ain’t sh-t!

i been a stupid–ss motherf-cker ever since
i been a stupid–ss motherf-cker ever since
i been a stupid–ss motherf-cker ever since
the penitentiary became my residence
it wasn’t nothin’ for me to disfigure
you little nickle-and-dime–ssed n-gg-z
shank a motherf-cker in a minute
and if a riot was goin’ down i was in it,
get off work and discuss my pardon
chill out and smoke weed with tha warden
take a motherf-cker like you
and without remorse this is what i’ll do:
punk you out and make you be my b-tch
and let a nig get sh-t on his d-ck for 1 cigarette!!
any harder then my d-ck and you’re talkin’ sh-t
carry on motherf-cker-
before the state convict me of -ssult or something hyper
and i’ll end up right back at riker’s, like a sniper
i’m scoping you out,
you won’t even know when i’m takin’ your -ss out,
i’m equipt and viscious, tolerate no misses,
rougher than ulysses when it comes to b-tches
b-tch, yea i’m talking to you, some a yall n-gg-z are b-tches too
you gotta be crazy as h-ll to try ta f-ck up ——
—- ’cause your size ain’t sh-t.

some stupid motherf-cker said he had an advantage
f-ck my size, you wanna do damage?
contestant #1 c’mon down!
you’re the next motherf-cker imma clown
so don’t get excited like your bid is exact
cause you ain’t winnin’ sh-t but a godd-mn smack
when i throw a motherf-ckin’ right cross
and slap the taste out your godd-mn mouth
now where’s the height comin’ from?
don’t make me use this godd-mn gun
cause i’ll give your -ss h-ll then charge ya rent
f-ck you up like a godd-mn accident
innocent is how i look
cause a n-gg- this size ain’t supposed to cook
you took me for a sucker that day…
so b-tch you find out the hard way:
size ain’t sh-t!!

- geto boys lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS