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new breed of hustlas - the boone docks lyrics

living up in these boone docks where n+ggas have no heart
i gotsta f+ck a gage up in your throat and don’t you get smart cause’ i will end you
k!ll you with my motherf+cking buckshots, i’m getting up in your ass it will not rest till your body drop

straight out the motherf+cking ‘b’+double+’o’ ‘n’+’e’+’y’, see a little low creeping out the cut don’t give a f+ck
i keep my strap on deck for the checking + ain’t none
n+gga be a victim of the motherf+cking pop gun
down for the motherf+cking gold if you wanna join
n+gga catch a blast in your ass from the f+cking pop
(dun dun dun) go the motherf+cking buckshots
(blap blap blap) on your ass now your ass drop, n+gga

[hook]
that’s how we do it on the westside, suicide, do or die, when you f+ck with locs (ride)
so you better roll through with yo sh+t c+ckеd cause’ you can get a cap in yo ass in the boonе docks

and i don’t give a f+ck when i roll out the cut with my n+ggas
these down+ass k!llers in the river
we roll like a tide to even the score, and let you hoes know about this breed cl!ck, cause’ we rolling on for sure
you motherf+ckers can’t stop this, you’ll catch a 4+5 slugs to your chest just like a drop kick
and be another on my block, found dead outta town f+cking around with the boone docks

moving through these boonies like you all+day proper, a n+gga like myself carry only 4 stoppers
and i don’t give a f+ck with f+cking stuff that you claiming, cause’ living in these boonies motherf+ckers don’t be playing
i’ll hit the f+cking strap to your chest and now you hoping, that my 4+5 slugs don’t bust your chest wide open
but you choose to slip so off you go straight to the h+ll, have your mama crying cause’ your name’s on your toe
now but that’s how it is when you f+ck with a criminal, have your family front+row seats at your funeral
when after all that was a big fat mess, but now your homies gotta get r.i.p. tatted on their f+cking chest
when creeping through these boonies best think fast, or you just one dead motherf+cker think i won’t blast
duck these little lo’s down for the set trip, and if you’re caught slipping then you’re straight getting riased about your sh+t
so give it up if you’ve got it, or else catch a slugs to your brain now you meant to leave r+t+rded
and one+times can’t stop this, f+ck a pig, k!ll a pig, like i said on the last sh+t
it’s only popping and it don’t stop, n+gga, so watch your ass creep through these boone docks

[hook]
that’s how we do it on the westside, suicide, do or die, when you f+ck with locs (ride)
so you better roll through with yo sh+t c+cked cause’ you can get a cap in your ass in the boone docks

united by state, nah, united with dawgs
teach a loco to hustle and now you repeating your halves
sneaky scandalous n+gga like me to take your flow, cut the smile on your face, then send that ass backshore
you think you can hang, pick a spot, we can ball in love la+la n+ggas, melt the hookers when that chain is touched
shooting for heads, yeah it’s all in the swinging, my vision’s blurred now your bells are ringing
i’m stumbling back, but n+gga look what they dropping, i’m digging deep in my pockets cause’ now it’s all in them popping
you wondered off in the heat, and now my shotty is hot, when i blast in your ass, and you lay and you rot in the boone docks

i gotsta give it up to my n+ggas from the hood, w+s+p+j, see fool where the sh+t’s good
all through the set, gangstas on deck, almost caught, that’s the way we ride, ain’t no fear up in boone docks
on the avalon, yeah that’s where we kick it, triple b put out his eyes so you know it’s time to pluck em with it
i parked the coupe in the dirt, cause’ it won’t hurt to catch a blast, when i pass on that ass before it’s time to skirt
now the real time to catch a game, off the rock, all rock, at the spot, under the tree, you know it’s hot
now i’m roundabout okey town, tryna push the boulevard, plus i’m riding five+o make it kinda hard
so i peels back throught the hood, hit up the dairy, up and over the tracks i go like i knew i should
i’m in the states so i feel safe, and shake it off, go to mary ellen, hit up tony bellen and maybe cough
and now the dice game is on again, cause’ he just hit a l!ck and he got a fist full of fans
that’s how we do it on the westside, suicide, do or die, when you f+ck with g’s when they ride, it’s the l+o+double+n+e+y, n+gga with his motherf+cking finger wrapped around the motherf+cking trigger bout’ to blast on them fools
f+cking around let them motherf+ckers know, little fist with my shotty says your punk+ass shows
now you tripping n+gga, dying on my slug, close+casket your funeral cause’ i took off your mug
if the g+est motherf+cker ever strolled through the bushes, the cricket, the wicked 4 time malicious evil ass n+gga from the p+j’s, westside, westside n+gga like all day
and if you want the heat then n+gga we got it, in a hood full of thugstas with shotties in their pockets, so step on
n+gga or get caught up in the rapture, lost in the bushes full of caps when i blast ya

[hook]
that’s how we do it on the westside, suicide, do or die, when you f+ck with locs (ride)
so you better roll through with yo sh+t c+cked cause’ you can get a cap in yo ass in the boone docks

- new breed of hustlas lyrics

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