Tattoo's On Her Ass
(专辑: Vigilante Season - 2011)
Tatoos on her ass Take one Dame Grease, we got 'em baby Got these niggaz Got the
whole game tryna take us down Al Pac You know it's Vigilante Season man Fuck this shit So I'll just give you that wave Shout to the
Four Horsemen Let's get 'em, uh Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced (Too advanced) How Jimmy let the
game slip through his hands (Fuck you do that, fucked up now) When my songs come on, they do the
dance (Do the
dance) Bitches tattoo my name on they ass Yeah The
Vigilante Season is here, so buckle up The
Milli Vinilli killer, Chrissy, pucker up Get ya lips wet, take ya dentures out, let me feel the
gums My DVDs be in the
slums Looking all good in my three-piece, got you niggaz speech weak You bitch niggaz couldn't see me like cheap seats Riding that white horse, slipping that caine, need twelve steps Squeeze at you niggaz till no shells left Stop it son you not the
shit, I'll pop a
clip Seen him on YouTube swapping spit What the
fuck is that, that's some homo shit I
noticed it, did the
Domain on some promo shit That ain't even one third of the
wave, I
possess the
fury Send some wolves to get you for your jewelry Ask 'em 'bout the
boy, I'm a
nuke myself Played with the
biscuits as a
boy, and I
never tried to shoot myself Nigga that coke you sniffing got you skimpy, come and get me They gon' find ya like Pimp C
I
don't give a
fuck about your bullshit, best to show me where the
money be Nigga your only 23 Owww Got a
foreign car, the
new Coupe is black (Coupe is black) And I'm never too old, we moving the
cash Plus I
piped your broad, how cool is that She wanna tattoo my name on her ass Nigga I
ain't tripping off this shit I'm a
tool up, vroom up, time to hit tools up (Tools up?) Yeah, time to hit Ben Bitty The
2010 Biggie Need another swiggy, just pour me some Grand Cru Got the
Codeine, sour make the
whores leave More fiend, that's that shit I
be slinging out the
back of the
spaceship Taste it, get you niggaz facelifts Get you niggaz wasted, Bigga the
better spar Pay for your funeral on my debit card Cop a
pine box, you don't want that, baby Niggaz on my dick, screaming "Wavy" Try to do a
splash, now cyclones They told me Batista, you Roddy Rowdy Piper, E's got you hyper Nigga stop popping those percocets, make me hurt the
set They make me wanna squirt the
Tech Owww Well she touched in Miami, while you was doing tracks (Doing tracks) She even gave me couple bucks out ya stash She said it taste like pastry, what type of fruits is that (What type fruits is that) She wanna tattoo my name on her ass Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced (Too advanced) How Jimmy let the
game slip through his hands (Fuck you do that) When my songs come on, they do the
dance (Do the
dance) Bitches tattoo my name on they ass Got a
foreign car, the
new Coupe is black (Coupe is black) And I'm never too old, we moving the
cash Plus I
piped your broad, how cool is that She wanna tattoo my name on her ass Freaky bitch, yeah Need a
nice outro for this one Ain't gotta say much Vigilante Season, ya know Boss Don Biggavel' Dame Grease Four Horsemen baby, yeah Got bottles of that Grand Cru Ya know the
industry, coming for my head All these niggaz talking greasy 'bout the
boy Let's let the
music speak for itself, ya know Lil' coke head niggaz running round the
game Popping them percs, shrooms Fuck with' ya boy bitch The
Boss Don, oww Gotta love it Gain Greene, yeah That's it, huh [*laughs*]