lirik lagu 8ball & mjg - kick that shit
[verse 1: 8ball]
poetry sayer, true player
hay cheifa, reefer cheifa
taking n-ggas deeper
creep ya, to retrieve the – sticky leaf uh
8-b-a-double-l is written on my t–th
the name, of the coast to coast, host with the most
transparency, meaning you can’t see me like a ghost
fire from the everlasting burning in my head
creating tablets with commandments of the sh-t i said
funk banger, bowling ball nut sw-nger
making rhythms using blues but i’m not a singer
call me the fat mac – cooling, smoking indo
able to make your ho p-ssy hotter than tobasco
heart stopper, ’cause i’m such a sh-t popper
b-tches dissing gon’ be waking up with jimmy hoffa
shut the trash up – b-tch, point your -ss up
kicking that sh-t is an event i just can’t p-ss up
[chorus: 8ball]
when the sh-t jumps off, what you gonna do?
what you gonna do?
(“kick that sh-t”)
if a n-gga player hates, don’t let it p-ss
what you gonna do?
(“kick that sh-t”)
if player hating turns into violating
what you gonna do?
(“kick that sh-t”)
man, it’s all up to you
what you gonna do? what you gonna do?
(“kick that sh-t”)
[verse 2: mjg]
here comes the motherf-cking only
just smack the phonies
prepare your b-tches for st-tches
the rubberhead d-ck is digging ditches
for riches, only in a, emergency
could it be that the gigolo comes out of me?
i’m mjg, the connoisseur, entrepreneur
i lure a b-tch back to the house and let the freaks do her
i’m going blind, the smoke is thick
it’s getting cloudy, i’m out this motherf-cker, n-gga outie
8000, the liquors and ounce, make me lend out
more bullets, more quicker than the whole crowd saw me pull it
cap ’em high, watch me shake ’em low, ’cause i think ’em go crazy
screaming, “pay me,” that n-gga lazy
p-funk, hit like a tree trunk, and got him peeking
too much and, mister cuphand, now he reaching
sneaking, constantly peeping, looking for pickin’s
she need to comprehend with the sh-t that i be kickin’
[bridge: eightball]
f-ck it up y’all, f-ck it up y’all
f-ck it up y’all, f-ck it up y’all
f-ck it up y’all, f-ck it up y’all
f-ck it up y’all, f-ck it up y’all
[chorus: 8ball]
when the sh-t jumps off, what you gonna do?
what you gonna do?
(“kick that sh-t”)
if a n-gga player hates, don’t let it p-ss
what you gonna do?
(“kick that sh-t”)
if player hating turns into violating
what you gonna do?
(“kick that sh-t”)
man, it’s all up to you
what you gonna do? what you gonna do?
(“kick that sh-t”)
[verse 3: 8ball]
here it is, once again – it’s 8bizzal
flipping the funky flavor with a pause
dog, what you say? n-gga, what?
you mad ’cause i boned and broke your little sl-t?
fool, what you expect?
i really hope a, sucker get in the range of my scope’a
i told ya, that i would blow your -ss all the way
skippety-bop with my glock like cab calloway
smiling, profiling, t–th glistening
talking like i’m whispering ’cause everybody’s listening
mentioning how i’m venturing into michigan
third under my belt, and it’s still suave clique again
hear me, n-gga, fear me – don’t come near me
santa, with anna dropping bombs down your chimney
fatter, tec gripper, chest mangler
send a n-gga six feet in a box rectangular
[verse 4: mjg]
they call me m-j f-ckin’ g, i
looked for the tree, high since i was knee-high
i rampage a room full of b-tches, f-ck a rest have’
lest they’s be l1ckin’ testy’s, while they rest they’s
chin on my inner thigh and, really try and
proceed to kinda feel to need to make a n-gga believe you
and did you, suck a bandit d-ck, and b-tch, it’s still to feed you
i read through, that motherf-ckin’, sh-t stuck and
my past sh-t sent to ruin, ain’t true and
you and your whole agenda must surrender
remember, i strike so hard i knock you down like timber
relaxing, continue stacking multiple ends
and looking to find a way to flip my dividends again
mr. mackin, pistol packin’, straight jackin’
the sh-t out of a n-gga’s -n-s, make him famous
done paid for it last night and, too many fighting
resulted to a wig splitting, he died sh-tting
[bridge: 8ball]
f-ck it up y’all, f-ck it up y’all
f-ck it up y’all, f-ck it up y’all
f-ck it up y’all, f-ck it up y’all
f-ck it up y’all, f-ck it up y’all
(“get busy”)
f-ck it up y’all, f-ck it up y’all
f-ck it up y’all, f-ck it up y’all
f-ck it up y’all, f-ck it up y’all
f-ck it up y’all, f-ck it up y’all
(“get busy y’all”)
[chorus: 8ball]
when the sh-t jumps off, what you gonna do?
what you gonna do?
(“kick that sh-t”)
if a n-gga player hates, don’t let it p-ss
what you gonna do?
(“kick that sh-t”)
if player hating turns into violating
what you gonna do?
(“kick that sh-t”)
man, it’s all up to you
what you gonna do? what you gonna do?
(“kick that sh-t”)
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