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lil head - stack my doe lyrics

[talking:]
you know, it doesn’t matter what city or state you from
you feel me wood (yeah yeah), you always got them type of cats
that’s worried about how the next man, making his money mayn
(that’s why they still walking baby), you know
so what we about to do, for you ladies and gentlemen
me and my big bro, fin to explain how we feel about
them type of f-ggots, (finna get it on baby)

[hook:]
everybody wanna know, how i’m gon stack my do’
rule one i keep my focus, never trust these trifling hoes
for n-gg-z that be hating on me, i’m here to let y’all know
i never leave my crib, without packing my glock 4-0

[lil’ head:]
ok i never leave my crib, without packing
cause n-gg-z get around these hoes, and start acting
capping, like they living it up
but when you run up on a n-gg-, he’ll be giving it up
see i’m a grown man, and for a while been on my own man
and all i know is the streets, cause this my home man
i’m from the hood, of the go-getters
where i was taught to stick and move, back down from no n-gg-
i suppose n-gg-z, wanna know my masterplan
face the fact i stay hustling, that’s your f-cking answer man
all my life, i seen a bunch of thangs
hung around o.g.’s, and count a bunch of change
paid attention to my dogs, now i got the game
21 years later, now i got the fame let me explain
all the hustling that i did, it finally paid off
motherf-ck a time card, and being laid off come on

[hook]

[mack biggers:]
with no love for a b-tch, i hit the field and pitch
a quarter brick, whipping it to 36
a fa sho thang, is a slow sw-ng
you can catch me in the gutter, putting the fork to some cocaine
with them grimey n-gg-z, packing fo’s mayn
face it you n-gg-z basic, to getting do’ mayn
you lames is square as a pool table, and twice as green
in the field i’m a pit, that’s twice as mean
my sk, don’t play with the sniper’s beam
n-gg- i smother a punk, i’m a righteous king
count my dollars, stay low to the ground
and pop my collar, catch a n-gg- in my bidness
and shots’ll holla, this blood on mine
plus my block is hotter, boys playing games
trying to stop this rider, before you get it twisted
picture me in the kitchen, steady whipping and mixing

[hook]

[lil’ head:]
they wanna know do i got cash, do i have a lot of hoes
is it that bad, that y’all really have to know
well here’s your answer, you n-gg-z make me sick
i think need my lanter, please p-ss me them pampers
cause these n-gg-z, acting baby-fied
steady whining and crying, because i’m nationwide
there go your pride and congratulate me, i know you punks glad to hate me
cause i got do’ got hoes, plus i smashed your lady
c p-ss the gravy, for the wonderful dish
press the b-tton on the boulo, bout to fumble the kit
surran-wrapped em, then bundled the bricks
send em overseas, with a ease and told em go on fumble with this
and these hoes, don’t make it no better
steady roaching off the next man, instead of trying to make em some cheddar
so that’s why, a n-gg- play the role of being broke
but if my real n-gg-z need, i take care of my folks no problem

[hook]

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