Killin Em Cuzzy

(альбом: Bullets Ain't Got No Name, Vol. 3 - 2009)

Yeah
Original
Floss gang
Cuzzy Capone
You are now welcome to the thunderdome, nigga
Ayy, fresh out the oven

It's Hell round here, my block is baking
Young cuz sitting on the curb of Satan
Kush by the bricks, real cash I'm making
Dredlock wig looking like a Jamaican
Real hood nigga here stuning with the Cartiers
Hundred hoes thank Jesus Christ 'cause he brung 'em here
Lotta niggas say a lot of shit but I never cared
Death knocking all the time, young thugs never there
Haagen-Dazs CL stuning with the cat mouth
Mandalay Bay, cheddar boy with the cash out
Living life like I'm walking on my last route
Waiting on this bitch to pop a pill and then pass out
Whole baller suite, hoe fronting with her ass out
Playing with the Crip like I won't blow her back out
Cuz Holiday, put her to bed and lash out
I-15, headed back to the crackhouse

You killing 'em cousing (Slow down, baby)
You killing 'em cousing (Yeah, slow down, baby)
You killing 'em cousing (Slow down, baby)
You killing 'em cousing (Yeah, slow down, baby)
You killing 'em cousing (Slow down, baby)
You killing 'em cousing (Yeah, slow down, baby)