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lirik lagu b-legit - way too vicious

[intro: e-40]
ay, you want me to spit some sh-t? right now?
what you wanna hear? alright, check it out…
funky fresh for the ap-9-tré
straight from the m-th-f-ckin’ northern bay
it’s the c-l-i-c-k, all up in your -n-s hole

[verse 1: b-legit]
loungin’ in the deuce getting wild and loose
a young loc get by f-ckin’ with st. ides
watching my brother ‘cause i’m loving a pimp
and i can’t wait until i learn his limp
so i can walk that walk, mayne, and talk that talk
sport his clothes and f-ck much hoes
‘cause as a youngsta, i never knew nathan
but i knew a franklin could get me some dank and
i could get an ounce, break it down to 20s
make my money back and i still stack plenty
with att-tude, man, dude, i knew (what you knew?)
that i’ma be a savage in 1992 (’92, ’93)
a hog m-th-f-cka, filled with anger
a 30-round clip with one in the chamber
and my mean mug foul, make me look suspicious (why’s that?)
because i’m way too vicious

[verse 2: e-40]
now that i’m knowing some thangs
you know, like running this here rap game
some ol’ scandalous -ss m-th-f-cka wanna put dirt in my name
boy talkin’ about e-40 and the cl!ck, they the m-th-f-ckas going around here doing all

this d-mn jackin’
knowin’ we ain’t doing nothing but rappin’
we just some rapped out m-th-f-ckas…m-th-f-cka!
never could be a busta…m-th-f-cka!
h-lla folks be lovin’ us ‘cause we real about this sh-t
my city is on the map now ‘cause of the different styles that we spit

[verse 3: b-legit]
eeny-meeny-miney-mo, catch a n-gga by his curl
got my money, let him go, if not, n-gga, shoot the hoe
and let it be known that i’m strapped and ready
‘cause it’s fonk when you f-ckin’ wit’ fetti
scr-ppin’ like hogs ‘til the end though
and i was hittin’ m-th-f-ckas like indo
tackin’ ‘em out, mayne, and that’s fa sho (who was it?)
me and 40 water, lettin’ ‘em know

[verse 4: e-40]
that we was shakin’ ‘em up, wreckin’ ‘em up, breakin’ ‘em off proper
bulletproof vest, glock 10, and a chopper
i go sing sing, sick in the head, napa state r-t-rded
hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic
i ain’t no sucka, so don’t call me lollipop
uh, f-ck around and make me mad and i’ma blow my top
(where you from?) you see, i’m straight from the northern bay where they spit loogies at

hoochies
i’m down with the c-l-i-c-k and we smooth old schools, not suzukis
beanie caps, pea coats, and all that
much dap to my little brother young mugzi way up there in sac
(what he doing?) strapped after dark and i know he’s with this
huh, ‘cause we way too vicious

[interlude: b-legit + e-40]
yeah, man, a m-th-f-cka way too vicious in this whole sh-t, you know
a m-th-f-cka just can’t run up without getting done up, you know what i’m sayin’
m-th-f-ckas overheads in this, boy, you gotta be on your p’s and q’s, boy
watch your back at all times, mayne
know what i’m sayin’, play your cards right, junior
you never know what goes down on this side of town
ay b, drop that ol’ sh-t about that other situation, mayne

[verse 5: b-legit]
sh-t got fonky again last night
so i did a drive-by in broad daylight (broad daylight?)
mobbed through the ghetto with the ski mask down
hopped out the cut’, let loose some rounds
boom boom boom (boom boom), and it was dropper
on straight drama, i think i heard a n-gga yell “mama”
but she can’t help ‘cause she was hittin’ the dirt
(what else?) f-cked up her hip, and ripped her skirt
and guess who comes through?

[verse 6: e-40]
who? me? perkin’ off some of that rossi
me and my whole mossie
amped, geeked, juiced, stoned
twisted, burnt, full of it, gone
in a four-barrel camaro so we can get up out
ready to melt some m-th-f-ckas and take the under route
but here comes the po-po’s (d-mn!)
he f-cked our whole little program
now we gotta outsmart ‘em, skee-skrt
hit a couple of corners, that’ll work
turned off the lights, got out the car, and you can kiss this
bye-bye now, ‘cause we way too vicious

[outro: b-legit + e-40]
ay b, ay, the proof is in the pudding, boy
ay, m-th-f-ckas way too vicious, boy
yeah, m-th-f-cka come in here with a master plan, man
full diagram and the whole bit
ay, that’s real though, you know
ain’t no tellin’, that’s what jack told helen
m-th-f-ckas like us be like really bellin’, mayne, you know
yeah, on the gooch though, you know
ay, been a long road though, boy
long road, mayne—we in here doing this sh-t though for the tré
for the m-th-f-ckin’ tré
yeah, moving on, boy, sick wid it records, boy
finna expand on they -ssh0l-, too
yeah
hahahaha, that’s real though
yeah
we be keepin’ that sh-t like on the super side
on the super super super side
ay, p-ss me some of that rossi though, junior
here you go, what
the m-th-f-ckin’ savage is in the house, hahahaha
yeah
that’s real, n-gga; that’s my m-th-f-ckin’ n-gga

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