lirik lagu b.g. (baby gangsta) - knock out
[turk]
in the lex we gettin blunted
f-ckin hoes and countin money
n-ggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin
n-ggas that seventeen playin wit cake n-gga
n-gga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas
leavin em foul plus me and juvenile we blastin
n-gga ya lights out we ain’t bout no playin and laughin
whoever try ta stop us from shinnin
four karat choppers out the window start to firing
tag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds
i catch one he catch one thats how its goin down
f-ckin right we do it once play them hoes like that
while i get my d-ck sucked he hit the b-tch from the back
we spend cash with each other
toss -ss with each other
and if a n-gga play with us spin a bin with each other
f-ckin right we cl!ck tight nothin come in between
tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green
[chorus: juvenile]
there once was a n-gga and his name was turk
he always shot balled and he put in his work
until one dy he was bustin’ with a dude
then he hit’em with the k knocked’em ouuta his shoes
[b.g.]
b.g. and turk on fire true h.b.s
in my down low camaro blowin’ them weeds
its a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse
told them haters we was goin’ nation they didn’t believe
ca$h money worth figuers and it ain’t no joke
we ain’t never been no ho
so run up in ya smoke
i tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and mac on the seat
tuesday and thursday i lay low task force on they sweep
on sunday i’m out shinnin’
on the lake on crome straight blindin’
me and my round off in whispers big tymin’
ask them hoes where the bar ya thank i’m lyin’
at our concerts in helicopters we flyin’
ain’t no secret n-ggas hatin’ n-ggas dyin’
[chorus: juvenile]
there once was a n-gga name baby g (b.g.)
he drove around town with a 223
until oneday he was bustin’ with a dude
so he hit’em with the k and knocked’em outta his shoes
[b.g. & turk]
b.g.: playin’ with us n-gga off top we’ll hurt cha
me and the lil turksta down ta f-ckin’ twerk ya
turk: they got a lot of n-ggas hatin’ on me and the b.g
get in our way we’ll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street
b.g.: aks and sk rifles i tote them
playa hata and balla blocka i smoke them
turk: now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a ac (acura)
we love ta shine get down and dirty in black
b.g.: i ride in sharp cars and i make a lot of feddi
ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain’t ready
turk: we’ll leave ya block shook
f-ck ya ho and get a hook
n-gga who try sizin’ up get they life took
b.g.: i don’t play dawg i got a resume to prove it
rub me the wrong way i’ma draw down and start shootin’
turk: for my n-gga i’ll blast be the first ta hit the set
c-ck back the mac and let bullets eject
[chorus: juvenile]
there once was some n-ggas out the cmb
some out the mario some out that wild t.c
until one day they was bustin with some dudes
so they hit em with the k knocked em outta they shoes
uh knocked em outta they shoes
t.c. n-gga knocked em outta they shoes
v.l. n-gga knocked em outta they shoes
they knocked em outta they shoes
hot boy$ knocked em outta they shoes
b.g. knocked em outta they shoes
n-gga turk knocked em outta they shoes
the h.b.s knocked em outta they shoes
my n-gga baby knocked em outta they shoes
my n-gga manny knocked em outta they shoes
knocked em outta they shoes
knocked em outta they shoes
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