Cuddies Say "Yee"
(专辑: Da U.S. Open - 2005)
[Mac Mall:] I'm a
Crestland, mad man, Country Club psycho With assault rifle and hatred for the
5-O Early death is normal, so we smoke Perry Como Make the
minutes move slo-mo Wil' out for now, 'cause when it end, we really don't know Youngsters have King Kong on they back before they grow old And in my turf, the
streets so cold Put this on this choppa that I
hold Fuck with my kinfolks and we'll be tagging your toe [Mac Dre:] Man, this a
rough life, I
tuck gun, tuck knife I
bust back, bust once, bust twice This 40 thang, will tear off your bumper It's my only gang, I
call my thumper Nigga, I'll jump ya, all by myself With no help, if you die, oh well No love felt, people, I'm a
menace It's Macassi on the
mic, we playing tennis [Mac Mall:] C-U-T-T-H-O-A-T Squares disappear when cuddies holla "Yee!" Breezies don't scream, paramedics clean the
scene Slay the
lames with SK's and AR-15's C-U-T-T-H-O-A-T Squares disappear when cuddies holla "Yee!" Breezies don't scream, paramedics clean the
scene Slay the
lames with SK's and AR-1-Feens [Mac Dre:] I'm in the
club VIP, with me thing Feeling the
DJ rhythm wide swing I'm searching, looking for a
guinea pig Splat any wig, strapped with the
mini Sig On Remy big, high-tech cyber Dre MacGyver, getaway driver Always tighter than the
po-po or the
feds I'm riding something hi-po with ported heads Your boy with dreads and take the
guys on one Frozen goods? Boy, I'm gon' run Dumb outlaw, on a
crooked path Tryna look at cash, look at wood on the
dash Look at screens, listen to the
satellites Big appetite, nigga ain't acting right I'm I'll, so real you smell it MacEnroe, tell 'em how to spell it [Mac Mall:] C-U-T-T-H-O-A-T Squares disappear when cuddies holla "Yee!" Breezies don't scream, paramedics clean the
scene Slay the
lames with SK's and AR-15's C-U-T-T-H-O-A-T Squares disappear when cuddies holla "Yee!" Breezies don't scream, paramedics clean the
scene Slay the
lames with SK's and AR-1-Feens Now, nigga, bounce, break out Run a
route, scatter when you see my scowl Followed by the
fully K
imported from Moscow Since a
creeper crawled, we did fugazis foul Hardest nigga test the
line, he gots to blast me now Three C
beast, North Pole of V-Town And all my niggas make these bitches run like greyhounds We have no funk, guerilla warfare style Move on you without a
sound and all of a
sudden, crack your crown Doctors say smoke and poison make you senile Especially in them Backwoods, but fuck it, blaze the
pound And did I
mention, we do the
Rodney King, Reginald Denny Turn your little function to a
stomp convention