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rush hour - kenny capone & doomsday lyrics

[chorus]
look what these n*ggas done started
groupie thinking she gon’ line me
you gotta move a lil’ smarter
b*tch is a dummy, movin’ like she got no father
gotta think a little harder
playing these games like i’m not a starter
chop got kick like lee and carter
f*ck all the opps tell them n*ggas keep banging
your b*tch wanna f*ck because she thinkin’ i’m famous
when i up the steel no leaving n*ggas stainless
tested my patience now he is a patient
deuce deuce bullets lookin’ like some raisins
i f*cked his b*tch and she said i’m her favorite
roll up the pain we smokin’ different flavors
peso and pounds the only kind of language

[verse]
if i’m on your block then you know imma bland some
you never dropped on a piece and then scam sum
your b*tch tryna f*ck because she thinking im handsome
but i get money so she call me bandsome
off the drink and i’m movin’ like grandson
kidnap your man and i hold em for ransom
they found a man up steam like fanum
and she tryna f*ck wit a sweeper
but i cannot f*ck wit a leecher
32 barkin sh*t sound like a speaker
if that n*gga reach then yk imma teach em
bullets catch a n*gga like a cheetah
if i don’t got the knocks then yk imma beat em
that n*gga p*ssy i know i could read em
i really be d*mned to get lined by a eater
the sh*t i say not cliche
and i’ll spin your block like a dj
touch one of mine you ain’t gettin no lead way
i catch a body then hop on the free way
i’ll clear 30 k that’s easy
that’s why your b*tch and her friend want a 3 way
throw me a alley i dunk it east bay
i never listen to he say or she say
yeah, n*ggas know i be buggin’
i f*cked your b*tch and i pass her to hold on
and i’m in the booth and i’m bussin’
if you reach on a sweep wit the broom imma dust em
i walk what i talk no discussion
i up and bang the sh*t sound like percussions
if a n*gga move wrong then i’m clutching
it ain’t hard to find me i’m out on columbus
[chorus]
look what these n*ggas done started
groupie thinking she gon’ line me
you gotta move a lil’ smarter
b*tch is a dummy, movin’ like she got no father
gotta think a little harder
playing these games like i’m not a starter
chop got kick like lee and carter
f*ck all the opps tell them n*ggas keep banging
your b*tch wanna f*ck because she thinkin’ i’m famous
when i up the steel no leaving n*ggas stainless
tested my patience now he is a patient
deuce deuce bullets lookin’ like some raisins
i f*cked his b*tch and she said i’m her favorite
roll up the pain we smokin’ different flavors
peso and pounds the only kind of language

- kenny capone doomsday lyrics

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