Secondz A Way lyrics

Secondz A Way lyrics

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Send "Secondz A Way" Ringtone to your Cell (first degree): Shit done changed, the strip got bigger To make my ends i got the wheel and the trigger I get my swerve on with the 80 p liquor The liquor bring out the nigga in this nigga Got me huntin` with my musket, barred down with substance Bringin` my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival clusters I`m still givin` birth to perfect joints, i keep it steady Still mixin` up with skeet sours, i like them heavy Heavy`ll put a little bass in your voice Yamps choice, no rolls royce but i keep it moist I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch talkin` that costly shit Bossy bitch think she too flossy to trip I`m first muthafuckin` degree, not your average, I`ll have your boulevard hoppin` Poppin` off when a baller pack a package of suckin` Fuck you fuckin` up duck, stuck like chuck, now, now getcha dome in the trunk As we donut, i dump, i seen too many moons, took the minds of too many bufoons Fools with no clues that love to watch my aura glisten, They still don`t listen I...i got pot that`s hot to trot, can`t stop, won`t stop I got lynch hung in my backseat sniffin` for cops I receipts of tweed purchase, medical purpose, write off at text time So ya`ll go home, light the smoke, it`s relax time Chorus: Now i apologize for smoke on my mind I been workin` hard and i got to unwind About the j.o.a. stayin` in my brain But i`m seconds away from goin` insane Now i need to lift away (lynch): Now you niggas know i come sick like a lunatic Man, they must be high cuz they really don`t know who they fuckin` with I used to have them all bombed out Drink alize wine, then rhyme and smoke tweeds till we dropped out I got the chop out, no doubt, Cuz if it ain`t about rappin`, gunplay`s gon` happen Cuz i`m tappin` at yo` window, off that indo, more sacs than santana Better check your antenna on your radio or your stereo or your video Cuz i`m not that pretty, but in the bedroom i`m critical You got your chance, now use Hit you with the loaded album, coutesty of siccmade music Evidently you got something against me Don`t you tempt me, minty smells of the 20 sac of indo, killafornia`s best Player haters die a slow death, slow death Chorus (ice-t): I don`t wear no chuck taylors and don`t sag my pants But i still lift the switch and make this 64 dance More niggas with me now than i had in the hood And they down for whatever and that`s all to the good Wish you would test my technique and heart, nigga what? Nigga, fuck that, bitch nigga what? baby, duck! What you wanna do now, ya bleedin` from the floor Nigga wanted beef, now he wants beef no more That`s how i`m coming 9-6, bitch, rich and mad Hoes in bikinis, rag lambroginis, overseer runnin` mad streets Creepers with beepers and stash spots for glocks And under car escobar style, buck wild, you been there, you know the terrain Niggas go insane, tryin` to get the green I`m just surviving on the streets with my peeps And i`m livin` for the day i catch a punk on the creep, yeah Chorus Send " Secondz A Way" Ringtone to your Cell Secondz A Way lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Secondz A Way lyrics @ ELyrics | Secondz A Way lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Secondz A Way lyrics @ Songlyrics | Secondz A Way lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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