| Download Link: www.streetscrack.com Lyrics Link: www.streetscrack.com Lyrics: (Gudda Gudda) Im bout that Drama, you fuckin' with a Cannon nigga got a gangsta grill, yellow diamonds when i ramble nigga so dont cross me, got ammo like rambo nigga lifes a gamble, you crapped out, you bad gamblin' nigga niggas movin fast, gotta pump the brakes on em they better pump em fast, before i beat the brakes off em my goons real hungry, lookin' for a big break and yous a real phonie lookin like a real steak so get your shit straight, 'for i grab this big 8 hit you in your left eye, now you cant see shit straight ray charles, niggas blind to the fact why you was in your class, i was grindin gettin' scratched the knife grind you and u scratch now you cryin' like a bitch you a bird got wings, imma fly you with the pack, ugh these little niggas got the nerdy niggas under me i put you under my wing, niggas yous a son to me Gudda Gudda (hook)(x4) Small thing to a giant (Lil Wayne) Guess what, streets of paper and me, im prayin for probation like my ancestors prayed for segreggation im a predator, when i pray i odnt mean meditation i mean vegitation,fuck the feds and fuck the federation and every (?) maan want that asian, sexy like a geisha get up in her stomach like ignatia, let me stop now let me keep goin', see foreign, we blowin, up you better be detoruin', if we tourin' and she snorin' cuz he borin', shawty need a refund, bring em back and when it comes to me, she pre-orderin' and re ... |
