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[Chorus: Trick Trick]
Let's get higher than a motherfucker, right now
I’d like to get higher than a motherfucker, right now (Let's get high)
Let's get higher than a motherfucker, right now
I’d like to get higher than a motherfucker, right now (Let's get high)

[Verse 1: Trick Trick]
Talk to 'em, no man, no way, no playin', ain't shit good?
If I ain't okay, get fucked what a ho sayin', way past cocaine
That nigga Pfizer, freight train, got craft
No driver, I get her ass a epidemic (What?)
Real shit, I don't pop a pill bitch
Fuck it, get ’em
When you give it to a white girl, she crisis like ISIS
Sir I get enlightened whenever I get high again

[Chorus: Trick Trick]
Let’s get higher than a motherfucker, right now
I'd like to get higher than a motherfucker, right now (Let’s get high)
Let's get higher than a motherfucker, right now
I'd like to get higher than a motherfucker, right now (Let's get high)

[Verse 2: ?, Snoop Dogg]
You ready to go? I’m ready to smoke (Smoke some)
They ready to rock, just hit up my phone *brrr brrr*
Them bones is loud, they hearin' them all (Run it nigga)
You smokin' that shine, you bump in the zone
The ride is live, the power is potent
The flight go high, the coast is dope
We rollin' and smokin' the finest dough
The body is ripe, the price is low
You takin' a toke, cough, choke
You thinkin' it fast, and move too slow
You smoke with the gang, and high we go

[Chorus: Trick Trick]
Let's get higher than a motherfucker, right now
I'd like to get higher than a motherfucker, right now (Let's get high)
Let's get higher than a motherfucker, right now
I'd like to get higher than a motherfucker, right now (Let's get high)

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, let me talk to 'em Trick
Smoke mine, smoke yours like [?]
You can smell my funk, I stink, I smoke
Like a skunk in the alleyways, I'm blowin' bubble gum with some Kali Haze (Hey)
I'ma stuff it in the back, with the glass tip at the end
Now let the smoke olympics begin, my nigga
This is like a meet and greet (Hey), what we needin' chief?
With a sip of some liquor from Trickour liqour, my nigga
Detroit, stomp down, Long Beach, calm down
I'm the big bad wolf, blowin' it nasty (Let's get high)

[Chorus: Trick Trick]
Let's get higher than a motherfucker, right now
I'd like to get higher than a motherfucker, right now (Let's get high)
Let's get higher than a motherfucker, right now
I'd like to get higher than a motherfucker, right now (Let's get high)

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WarTrick Trick

Tuesday, September 14, 2021

War by Trick Trick lyrics

War

Trick Trick

GENRE

Rap

[Intro: Trick Trick, Male]
OG, what up, though?
What up, though?
Ayy, man, I see you with ol' Boy out there doin' y'all thing
You know niggas gon' be hatin'
Oh, yeah
Fuck 'em, we take care of these niggas, hahaha

[Verse 1: Trick Trick]
I ain't no teacher, I ain't got no pass
I ran out, this time I'm back to whoopin' ass
So please believe, I know they indirectly fuckin' with me
Triple, and double, and OG's said somethin' to me
They let me out, so here I go, I'm kicking down the door
Loced and loaded these weapons, we finna go to war
And y'all ain't ready, so whenever you come to the D
Promise the man, you bitch, you got to see me
Think it's a joke? I'm seein' envy up in yo' eyes
You make a living off fabricatin' and spittin' lies
The Godfather in hip-hop, when this drop
I'm after mamas and kids, 'til this shit stop (Woah)
So how you want it? You wanna run it or let it go?
You ever seen what a bullet do from a Calico, nigga?
My killa's up on the roof ready to snipe yo' ass
I could make it where every hood won't even like yo' ass
Let's go!

[Chorus: Trick Trick]
If it's a war that you want, then you got it, nigga
'Cause me and my niggas gon' ride
Let's go!
You fuck around with the realest for killin' niggas
You must wanna lose yo' life
Let's go!
Ready to smash on a bitch-ass nigga
'Cause y'all niggas better open your eyes
Let's go!
This ain't a game, we ain't playin' with lames
Y'all bitch-made niggas gon' die

[Verse 2: Trick Trick]
So many rappers got a lotta mouth (Bitch)
When they can only do units around they mama's house (Ho)
You oughta stop Detroit, boy, we fuckin' rich
We gettin' bread while other niggas is suckin' dick (Faggot)
Go get a job for low wage and bust clocks
My niggas fuck with that cocaine and bust Glocks
Who you fuckin' with, nigga? You washed up and it ain't all good
You get yo' dick beaters put to the wood
I'm all hood, so please don't be apologetic
I'm bendin' corners, you bitches want it? Then come and get it
Ready for war right now, I ain't gon' lie to you
And when you come, then you best be bringin' that squad with you
Nigga, I'm pullin' that thang that'll fuck you all up
Just 'cause you cop from the man, you think you got nuts
Boy, you still a bitch, you can't change in the peak of the night
We go to war, nigga, fuck these mics
Let's go, let's go!

[Chorus: Trick Trick]
If it's a war that you want, then you got it, nigga
'Cause me and my niggas gon' ride
Let's go!
You fuck around with the realest for killin' niggas
You must wanna lose yo' life
Let's go!
Ready to smash on a bitch-ass nigga
'Cause y'all niggas better open your eyes
Let's go!
This ain't a game, we ain't playin' with lames
Y'all bitch-made niggas gon' die

[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
Yeah, ayo, you niggas got it fucked up (Fucked up)
It's Obie Trice, Trick Trick, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up)
Detroit up in this bitch, what you thought it was? (Thought it was?)
Ain't nobody rowdy as us, we [?] ['cause / cuz?]
Sometimes I holler at [Unc'?], he give me knowledge
When these player haters doubt it (Doubt it)
It take him to talk about (Bout it)
Fuck these niggas man!

[Spoken Words: Male]
Don't worry 'bout these lame ass niggas
We take care of these niggas you [?]
Fo' sho'

[Verse 4: Obie Trice]
Fo' sho' though, it's the [?] ([?])
[Caddy?] trucks, rims spinnin' on low-pros (Low-pros)
Cali [?] snug right by the nuts (Nuts)
You wanna act up, sluts tearin' up their guts (Bap, bap, bap)
Too many guns to mention
Too many niggas fresh out detention
Ready to put 'em in 'em (Uh!)
We international now, niggas get it right (Get it right)
Our family's happy, you can die tonight
Let's go!

[Chorus: Trick Trick]
If it's a war that you want, then you got it, nigga
'Cause me and my niggas gon' ride
Let's go!
You fuck around with the realest for killin' niggas
You must wanna lose yo' life
Let's go!
Ready to smash on a bitch-ass nigga
'Cause y'all niggas better open your eyes
Let's go!
This ain't a game, we ain't playin' with lames
Y'all bitch-made niggas gon' die

[Outro: Male]
[?] boy, you go ahead get yo mother fuckin' paper back
Fuck these lame ass niggas, you hear me?
Shit, I understand you aggravated at shit, but man
Don't get yourself a lot of backup over these bitch ass niggas
You let us take care of that shit, you hear me?
You knew, you knew nigga hahaha
Hey call me later man

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Sunday, October 24, 2021

Hit The Floor by Gimisum Family lyrics

Hit The Floor

Gimisum Family

GENRE

Rap

[Verse 1]
It was on a stormy night, I was balling '98
Everyday of the week when I can't sleep, I'm out here tossing Yay
Police on the other side of the village trying to scope me out with flashlights
I'm silked up like a dough boy, smelling like Fahrenheit
I ain't got no license so I jumped out with the quickness
Got my track, hot as hell, slowed up all my business
Clientele walking down the sidewalk, shall I serve the fool?
Knowing I don't sell rock for rock cause he might be the narcs
Anyway, I asked him what he lookin' for, he said about three juices (Mane 'bout three juices)
Is this a stick-up? A joker's got me real spooked
He stuck his tone to my face, "Hey fool, get on the ground!" (Get on the ground fool!)
Jumping out the bushes, four young killas pointing that yawk around (Yeah, surprise fool!)
They shot me in my back, I'm drousy from the stang, I'm finished, (If I'm not paid), it was so sweet
Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean
Stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Hay makes me click, quick, don't make a move trick
Hammer thangs with a gold gleam, big Pioneer 12 woofer screams
Windows shake, purple juice, on the crush
As I lean back like the Mac, I'm the shit, pockets fat
Stacks return the green that I make, every trick that I break
They got treated the same way, always dark, never day
*pow, pow* what you got? I can't get; so I take
Hit the park on a sunny day, scoping as I celebrate
GimiSumthin' Family, trick

[Bridge]
Kickin'-, kickin' in da door, I'm makin' lemons hit the floor for keys
We smoke, we smoke, my pretty boy smile don't joke
I'm kickin' in da door, I'm makin' lemons hit the floor for keys
If-, If them tr-izz-icks jumpin', then there's chrome and the man's comin'
I'm kickin' in da door, I'm makin' lemons hit the floor for keys
Yeah he's gone, met the chrome, buck him til I saw some foam
Kickin'-, kickin' in da door, I'm makin' lemons hit the floor for keys

[Verse 2]
Fresh up outta jail, I'm out on bond, I gotta get back in
Hangin' on Hurst Village track, I was slick to slangin'
Horny for the women, tryna find some to stay up on
G's trying to give me action, I don't need your satisfaction
I ain't letting a woman play me like a pimp
Let me know you trickin' then I'm sticking with the quickness on you, freaky tramp
Housing at her crib, I was playin' the other jail
Her mane busted in with a whole buncha anna
I was butt-naked when he reached up in the closet
Pulled out his TEC and said, "Keep on selling, that freaky trick!"
I ran into her sideways, her boyfriend started to sweatin' fast
Dropped his gun quietly, I snatched my clothes and broke past
(Aw baby, why you do me like that? That's why I'm finna kill that boy!)
I fell up out the junt quick, but with no money
I left Lil Gin, her man is gunning
The TEC bullets in my back, I hit the ground
It's on, it's on, just see I'm on my way down

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Thursday, July 8, 2021

Free The Bitch by Capolow lyrics

Free The Bitch

Capolow

GENRE

Rap