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sheek louch - don't mean nuthin' كلمات الأغنية

yeah
uh huh, d block
d block, you with me louch?
you know it my n-gg-
yeah i know
yeah
you know why we do this right?
why’s that dog?
make these n-gg-z feel us all the time, everytime
walk wit’ us
are we the best or what?
who the f-ck else

yo, we do nothin’, we are nothin’
i ain’t pullin’ my blade if i won’t scar nothin’
i ain’t pullin’ my gun if i won’t shoot sh-t, that’s useless
i’ll kill ya whole family, that’s ruthless, you could die n-gg-
i ain’t droppin a tear, i ain’t thinkin twice n-gg-, you ain’t my n-gg-
i don’t smoke with you, drink with you, eat with you
i got a problem with you, i’mma let the heat whistle
this is real sh-t, n-gg- i peel sh-t

i’m harder than concrete and steel mixed
i wanna kill n-gg-z
you think it’s part of the verse, it’s part of the curse
and i don’t really feel n-gg-z
they say stop the violence, but i gotta join in it
i’m in the hooptie with 3 ki’s a boy in it
this is pay day, f-ck what they say
d block, grab your handguns and a-k’s

bang that sh-t off, clap that kid up
stomp that kid out, don’t let him get up
any block frontin’, gon’ wet that sh-t up
it don’t mean nuthin’ to me, to me

bang that sh-t off, clap that kid up
stomp that kid out, don’t let him get up
any block frontin’, gon’ wet that sh-t up
it don’t mean nothin’ to me, to me

ayo, ayo, yo it’s the baby faced gangster, product of my enviornment
hoodied up, stickin’ your grandfather for his retirement
talkin’ super hard when i know that you b-tch-made
stab ya -ss in the espohigus with a switchblade
take it out and straight saw off your ribcage
pour gasoline on the matress where your kids lay
j hood, d block, respect the name and the click
whoever ain’t feelin’ this song could suck my d-ck

garbage bag around your brother head, smother him out
to make sure he don’t survive, n-gg-, i’m snubbin’ him out
make you drink a bottle of chlorox, hit you with four shots
they can’t determine the ’cause of your death in your autops’
you scared? don’t come outside, the streets is serious
my ribs touchin’, i’m starvin’, trigger happy, and furious
we could do it whenever, wherever, n-gg- set a date
remember to ask the doc if he could replace your face

bang that sh-t off, clap that kid up
stomp that kid out, don’t let him get up
any block frontin’, gon’ wet that sh-t up
it don’t mean nothin’ to me, to me

ayo, kill one of mine, i’mma kill one of yours
it ain’t bitin’ for base, but they still want it raw
y’all n-gg-z think y’all do dirt, we do it more
my man turned 14 shirts into a store
now you could get it from us, we got enough of it
the dead president dope chris tucker was f-ckin’ with
there’s 2 things, ether the jail or the cemetary
hammers and the hawks is on the itinorary

anywhere, any block, clap any iron
and beat n-gg-z ’til you can’t identify ’em
d block my n-gg-
to the n-gg-z on cure perscription and ki-lock my n-gg-
what, it don’t mean nuthin’
and you got the rights to bang a n-gg- wherever you want if he frontin’
we done starved together and burned some scriller
now we doin’ it again, it’s your turn gorilla

bang that sh-t off, clap that kid up
stomp that kid out, don’t let him get up
any block frontin’, gon’ wet that sh-t up
it don’t mean nuthin’ to me, to me

uh, you want it with who?
you can’t be talkin’ to louch or none of his crew
we poppin’ you quick, put big knives in you, b-tch, get off our d-ck
white air’s and white t’s get filthy quick
and we ain’t caughin’ or sneezin’, but the camp is sick
uh, stop frontin’, y’all don’t wanna pull triggers
lifetime, s-x in the city -ss n-gg-z
spit it for the hood and the gritty -ss n-gg-z

put big scars on the pretty -ss n-gg-z
i’ll pull up wit’ a hooptie at a black tie affair
and smack the f-ck out a boozie n-gg- like a bear
crime don’t pay, who the f-ck said that?
how much you think i’m gettin’ for his chain, where my gat?
n-gg- act up, i’ll let it rip in his back
you know who it is from coast to coast
thug n-gg-z keep clappin’ ya toast, what up?

bang that sh-t off, clap that kid up
stomp that kid out, don’t let him get up
any block frontin’, gon’ wet that sh-t up
it don’t mean nuthin’ to me, to me

- sheek louch

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