lirik lagu d12 - get the dick
[hook]
them n-gg-s tried to rob me
could get the d-ck
all them b-tches tried to play me
you could my the d-ck
n-gg-s tried to jump d
you could get my d-ck
i’m gon’ bang when i see you
so get my d-ck
[chorus]
have you ever seen a show
with fellas on the mic
with one minute rhymes
that don’t come out right?
they bite
they never right
that’s not polite
[young zee]
i got great skills
and if my record sells eight mil’
i’ma still smoke weed, get dusted
get drunk and take pills
fast gun play
gon’ get you blast one day
f-ckin’ with zee
it be today motherf-cker
look like a sitcom for no brain
we b-m a loop
jettin’ from roscoe peco train
slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee
with half a forty
feel like the wall’s moving towards me
ya, till i die from old age
i’ll be pulling girls up to suck my d-ck
right on stage
so stop talking
get them old jellies walking
‘fore i call pace celly walkman
tell him y’all been
acting iffy
and it’s really starting to p-ss me
and like popcorn, my n-gg-s be here in a jiffy
with all the mac 10’s set beside me
i gon’ start wylin’ and kill everybody
[hook]
tell your fronting -ss b-tch
to get the d-ck
and to you booty -ss label
to get my d-ck
to you corny -ss rappers
get my d-ck
to all you motherf-ckers
get my d-ck
[chorus]
have you ever seen a show
with n-gg-s on the mic
with one minute rhymes
that don’t come out right?
they bite
they never right
that’s not polite
[pace won]
yo, yo, yo, yo
pace won, mr. perfect
take a warm shower
make a condo out of saw powder
make the sunny clips at the born hour
i’m a wizard at this sh-t
like jowahn howard
put my gun up in the -ss of crews
and start to spray
time to pay m-ssive dues
so i take mc’s that p-ss the rules
and fly ’em into sp-ce like nasa do
i’m the weed lover
go in deep cover
tricking these goofy -ss hoes
i need rubbers
your favorite nucka flow b-tter
n-gg-s get mobbed
leave with their clothes cut up
“when you come?” is what they asking me
you fresh to no limit like master p
i be keeping sh-t milky like cask and cream
pace won, lace blunts, get a masking fiend
motherf-cker
[hook]
and to y’all f-g -ss c-cks
get the d-ck
to your b-tches on the block
get the d-ck
and to the fake weed spots (f-ck that)
get the d-ck
and y’all n-gg-s without socks
get the d-ck
[chorus]
have you ever seen a show
with n-gg-s on the mic
with one minute rhymes
that don’t come out right?
they bite
they never right
that’s not polite
[azz-iz]
your flow is kinda doo doo
i’m more filthier than mic bombs
from newark to honolulu
mowahd to cherry, raspberry
apple cranberry, strawberry
motherf-cking flows extraordinary
your b-tch -ss’ll get bodied and buried
by the slick walking talking rhyming dictionary
give me a mob
let me champ one
steadily handsome
black and like temper tantrums
spitting like automatic handguns
can’t run
your style is more garbage than shirley manson
you got a platinum single, roley, and money
i’m b-mmy but i bet i can get your b-tch
to beat my d-ck for me
[bizarre]
doing drivebys in less than two minutes
and i know one of these houses on the block
got your f-cking family in it
and what’s the worst is
is y’all n-gg-s gon’ need nurses
i collect money on your block
like ushers at churches
no matter where your boys go
n-gg- i’ma get ’em
you can ask ponsa’s funeral home
how much business i be sending ’em
you forgot b-tch n-gg-
i know where you stay
loaded ak
move little johnny out the way
bet ya these bats
guarantee your -ss won’t be walking
i drive ’98 suburbans
while you push cars from the auction
you don’t wanna see bizarre kid get dumb
i beat b-tches’ -ss when i’m a in a good mood
so imagine i’m in a bad one
you better duck when i pull this nine
i done shot up your block so many times
all i see is ‘for sale’ signs
they say these cats only got nine lives
bizarre done took eight
so tonight you die
[hook]
get the d-ck
ya ya ya
get the d-ck
yo bizarre, ya, ya
get the d-ck
all you f-ckers in detroit
get, get
[chorus]
have you ever seen a show
with fellas on the mic
with one minute rhymes
that don’t come out right?
they bite
they never right
that’s not polite
[yah lover]
you dummies
the reason b-tches want me to spend money
just to spread ’em like gin rummy
i’m yah yah, holier than roshashana
with baby mamas that’s pro-black like desada
the lover large and at peace with his god
behind bars
y’all n-gg-s living close with the guards
f-cking with y’all i’ll always catch a charts
see johanas bach
she wanna run, tell her sarge
life’s short, i play hard
see your crew on the street
better know i won’t hesitate to spray y’all
i keep a wife for killing you
and everybody looking like you f-g
it’s a never-ending cycle
can’t n-body come and save you when i start sh-t
my letters like kryptonite to the clark kents
i’ll rip a crew with dust and liquor too
too despicable
toss you off the terrazone richaloo
i rise like christ
the third night on mics
but it ain’t easter
it’s only death when i meet ya
[hook]
so get the d-ck
get the d-ck
b-tches everywhere
get the d-ck
all the stupid family affairs
get the d-ck
all you o-u-t’s in here
get the d-ck
we liquid
so get the d-ck
motherf-cker ya ya ya
get the d-ck
[chorus]
have you ever seen a show
with n-gg-s on the mic
with one minute rhymes
that don’t come out right?
they bite
they never right
that’s not polite
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