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mac dre - sizzlin' lyrics

you know highly flammable got to keep this shit at the
right temperature you know it’s able to blow up

(keek da sneek)

i roll a hundred nigga get bread aim to split heads
get caught in the red get put to sleep fast like sudafed
gota get it all n da door you know it’s walnut hoe
we hit sets like push up me and my nortenos
surenos crips blood pimps macs it’s gangsta shit whaatttt
pinky fingers up cuzz i’m still ten deucin
keep b-tches grindin slide cars n boosting
you can catch me out in houston sipping some syrup
smoke sherm in la ten boot in ice berg
22’s pinch the curb we won’t worry bout flats
5th wheel no spare extra dub in the back
it’s like that it’s like that whhaattt
jd i am k!ll me b-tch broke come pick me up
still mix remy and bubbly in a styrofoam cup
still hot lava when i came to erupt
sizzlin

(chorus)

how you’re breath smell like shit and your pop’s still living
he sizzling he sizzling
how you’re mom 60 something and she still hop n children
she sizzling she sizzling
x2

(mac dre)

i’m a bayboy old school like the palladium
you can catch my at the network of -ssociates stadium
on those spinners ducen and skating em
the boys get behind me i’m yokin n shackin em
my b-tches broke cuzz i’m breaking em every chance i get
niggas always claim that’s my b-tch
i’m rich trick put your gun to my shit
i use to swang them things out the cadillac b-tch
i’m drayvise
and i am feeling kinda maybeis
i’m a california hot boy drapies and gravies
saucy
ask me what my rims cost me
ten five nigga i’m living kinda bossy
i go hard my b-tches ask me why
nice things to have nice things to buy
seea nigga three d
t mother fucking h i double z(ah)

(chorus)
x2

they call him bz bz
he so great at this
how’da did he say that shit
i’m on the track sizzlin
yea i style ‘n wow
slap the fuck out a child
just cuz he looks b-tch
little niggers get it too
that’s how we get at you
grown man like child
yea it sounds pitiful
my temper ain’t the issue
yea it’s the b-tch in you
got you hempt up against the locker like the vison do
hey you bring ur punk -ss out side
that radio tell ur lil brother that shit mine
and ain’t i never smile when i didn’t want to shit’s irrelevant
if i don’t this birch nigga i just tell em it
you just like bin ladin murder click
in my name you trust on some murder shit
i’ll take ur face n refurnish it
i’ll take ur nose put where your -sshole at and make you smell it

(chorus)
x2

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