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kutt calhoun - changin' lanez lyrics

[chorus: kutt calhoun and deuce klik]
relax your mind, let your consus be free
you’re now rolling with the bloods from the kc streets
it’s bg in the house
it’s deuce klik, get your wig nocked off
snug brim in the house
we come from the left, still bustin with the tech
still deuce to the death
calhoun in the house

[verse 1: kutt calhoun and deuce klik]
kutty, deep walker, street talker
he’s so nutty
from la to the bay, i get play all day
i got n-gg-s from sacromento, and san jose
really pain with a n-gg-, clame strange with a n-gg-
bring flames with a n-gg-
change lanes on a n-gg-
i’m part of the reason why this sh-t still moving
it’s still shooting, kanzis city still get moving
just improving, having all you hissers oozing
shot spit out the whip, we hit you with the uzi
you don’t hear them
who that, that jay-z?
na, that’s that n-gg- snug brim
who the f-ck want what?
with your boy brim in the streets
i’m off the leesh, f-ck the police
i do my dance, yeah i get my packs
i’m off the woofer, the coobler, off the mac
the chief’s throwback
full of wisky, poppin eaif you need me, i got riders, dog
holla at your boy b dub
blood, who else but me?
flamed up, c-ck it back, wearing bandanas and white t’s
me without some hundreds is unlikely
and keepin a 9 milly for your dome is like me
n-gg- still living with what i got, still giving out shots
still running up your block, mill, enough to c-ck
red ragging while i’m switching them lanes
pants sagging and i’m still in the game
now tell me who your homie gon k!ll
i put the word out on the streets, i bet your homies
your homies be phoney, time to leave a leak in your lungs
and bg bullet leave a creese in your gums
y’all ain’t ready for

[verse 2: kutt calhoun]
i bring more flames than a galin of propain
with no chains, full of that butane
i bang, bloodhound
i roll with the deuce klik, that’s the name
sobered up, the fame is too sick
when i get in the mix, like i’m part of the ontray
harder than bombay, like the start of beyonce
not a stranger to gunplay, who gon taunt me?
i’ll give it on sunday
presently known as the kc chief
the baby jesus of these athiast mcs
i take 16, and throw them out a tech 16
grab a notepad, and turn them into 8 5th cream
he’s a born writer
i been indited to make the saures h-tened

- kutt calhoun lyrics

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