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Crucial Conflict

Scummy

 

Scummy

(album: Good Side, Bad Side - 1998)


[Hook:]

You know it's time to get 'em on
no doubt about it we getting scummy
You know we get 'em up early but we got 'em scummy [2x]

[Verse 1: Never]

You know it's time to get 'em on, early in the morn'
leaving 'em scummy, tried the ground's rolling on
take it to the dome, lick 'em up like billy jumping passing baby
I'm fired up, just got up, so what up, shoot'em up on the 8 flow
twenty if yo to the left, 6-8 I'm still fresh,
55 steez I turned express, in the motel, well again
problem son a fiend of Henn pump it up at the hang out
I'm about to begin
Scummy, mummy, I'm about to get my money,
Who got some on it, on the real I'm on, comes home with me
Tripping out with my homies, just chilling with Tenderonies
No question, we gots to get 'em on, no if's, and's, or what's about it
No Diggity, No Doubt it's a must and plus I'm just Bout It
Shouting Scummy, 1-2-3-4 Rodeo in the door kicking Conflict
All in the lick for the dub see, world wide scumminess
Cause I know ya.....

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kilo]

Kilo be scummie mayn, hustle grounds, wit' a Mack maintain
Wagon rolling, posse swolen, hustle keep that potent game
Blowing thru that wild style punk in the trunk
Watch all the flict get, get swayed,
do ya thang, thang, moving past it, keep driving me crazy
Try to phase me, please understand it
I was raised on cornbread and yams man
sick a, sick a country jams, nut graded pick is what I am
Gotta deal wit' it or kill it skillie
Bitch or no chasing, watch 'em fill it
So steal, you off your square playa, give it up
phone your spirit
You know how your hustle be on, like Perignon
Can't wait for the party to come around
Wanna get buck get up on the babysitter
Get the trucks for the tight ass and then
Gitty up (alright), all day (all nite), all across the nation
When it's on (take 5), we gone (outside)
Universal vacation, scummy that is

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cold Hard]

What's it be like, cause I'm never rest to die, pack for real
Canibus smell up in my gear,
gimme Q-tips so I can clean my ear,
hear, (what I'm gonna say), what I'm gonna say you just might fear
Leave 'em in bitch said free this year
Everyone toss up Dubs a tear, appear
(to be nice), to be nice, the scummy live
We Gitty up hollar Flict, laughing bout song that we did
(doodle-oooh), Who hoggin'?
Give me a squeeze
You know it's time to get'em on, early as it is
(Scummy!) Is what the playa's say
When they bending thru the keg
Got a head fo' any kinda hay
And wait can't Duoble Williams way, hey Randy
It don't matter, all them fine and dandy
Bend this block so I can stop at the barn and chief some from Sandy

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Wild Style]

Party over here, it's time to shower, the place dried up,
cause I just got paid, coming thru the door where Johnny may,
in a bar criss cross Allisade, feeling hip y'all known as gitty up
And throw my city, from the North to the South to the East to the West
Get scummy and the dope gon' tear it up
With the boldest crew bringing down yo' roof
Still hollaring that Flict
Make another brother ball up in a minute bring it to him
Steady running thru ya crew, dumping up in 'em, in 'em
and break 'em off right quick
Any time right now, I'm tweaked to the beat
Falling asleep, up in the party meet, body heat
Trying to move my feet to the beat gitty up wit' a freak
Still know my P's and Q's, if you snooze ya lose
Wait a minute, what's up fool?
Slow down, before there be a Showdown
No disrespect but you brothas know the rules
It's cool, we could get our swerve on
Stroking on, the illa of a killa
For real-a, when my ace go boom
Bump in a barn, hit 'em wit' a smoke alarm
No harm

[Hook (to fade)]

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