Gimmie Ah Beat lyrics

Diiiiirrrrrrrty!!



My gat sounds nice

One

Leave your whole damn neighborhood stunned

You better run

I`m comin` at ya

Duck, bob, and weave as these bullets fly past ya

Man I`m crazy

Puffin` on a green leaf

Pointin` my heat

Straight get off on bein` the street

I`m puttin`

One little

Two little

Three little holes in the back of ya dome

You shoulda stayed home

D-Town born and raised

Drinkin` on a porch

Beatin` down on strays

Broke as fuck

and always hungry

Clothes on my back be dirty laundry



[Chorus 2x]

Just give me a fuckin beat

Just give me a fuckin beat

Those who grip a mic are known as teachers



I`m dusty like a ashtray

I don`t give a shit

Got a clean ass piece though

With a full clip

and a small axe underneath the passenger seat

Ready to swing it

Best believe I`mma bring it

Who you think ya messin` with, don`t trip

I`m a warrior

Scalpin` all those who ain`t standin on the same side

When its all about to go down

Fightin` with the enemy

Puttin` them in the ground

I bring that old school basement sound

When all I had was a forty-five weighin` me down

Little redskin homey in the hood

Big pimpin`

Ghetto fabulous in the booth bullshittin`



[Chorus 2x]

Just give me a fuckin beat

Just give me a fuckin beat

Those who grip a mic are known as teachers



"Yeah man, my girl supposed to be comin` through dog

and uh, she might just have a little hunny for you."

"Hey man"

"What?"

"Is it always like this in your motherfuckin` neighborhood, dog?"

"What, What? Oh, man it get crazier on the weekends dog."

"What the fuck man....."

"Lets go down to the party store I know that bitch down there. I need a forty anyway dog."

"Go to the fuckin....Whatchu gotta a tan....What you you gotta tank in the back mother fucker?!"

"Oh man, it`s just down the street, come on dog!"

"Fuck that, I ain`t goin to no mother fuckin, fuck that

where the basement at?"

"Oh man....."