Stop that
U kno u can find me where da block at
If ya foreign foreign to da strip yea its gettin chopped at
Got a couple clean dirty niccaz yea they'll mop dat
Know if chicken there u f*ckin right then that's where ponz at
Cock back p90 I pop that
Squeeze until it lock back
Ain't no comin right back
U ca take a night cap
All my niccaz fight clap stab rob knife trap
Bizzy phone ringin tell em try dat
Or we ca fist fight dat
Show u how da knife act
Run down got em like CRUTCH it ain't even like dat
Y act
Tough n u don't want da smoke
We grind like f*ck da hope
Beef get ya mother smoked
Don't ever let a sucka joke
Niccaz b tryna joke ain't nothin funny muhf*cker
Nothin to smile about
My niccaz surround da house
All da goonies a drown out
How dem bullets run down ya mouf
Niccaz f*ck up da block til we rush em n run em south
U a nicca dats runnin ya mouth n dats a bitch move
We go hard we got big shoes
I play my part n let a bitch choose
I'm like No and I don't never sweat her
Tryna spill her man tea I'm flyer than every letter
Flyer than whoever
See I'm lookin better
Papi fettuccine I go hemmy for da cheddar
Man dats crazy for da paper uncle chino wit da razor
STRINGZ DOWN TEAM FELON hard to see me for a favor
I f*ck wit my timz on u won't see me in no gators
Only b wit real u won't see me wit those haters
See me get da paper
Grip tucked by da tummy
Hittin po on face time while crutch tuckin his dunny
Crutch tuckin his gunny
I tell him to cuff da money
I'm a pit off da leash right now and they think it's funny
Buggin niccaz iz hungry them bullets will pop da chain on em
Two moves One was skrrrtttt
The other bang on em
Ten years down came home it ain't da same on em
Gun boyz blitzing niccaz still got da thang on em
They still got they Cain on em
Bundle after bundle licks still hittin a vein on em Dz in da jungle
Ponzi switchin lanes on em gaming a nicca
The real niccaz iz few it ain't da same for my niccaz
Told u nothin in ya pocket it's a shame for u nicca
Kill or die for da TEAM never change on my niccaz ONE
Fuca you Tb nicca
Po Peshy on da joint nicca
Have niccaz outside ya house u keep f*ckin around
Shaq & Kobe Video (MV)
Performed By: S Type Ponzi & Hartford Po
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: alexis rodriguez, michael todd
S Type Ponzi & Hartford Po - Shaq & Kobe Lyrics
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English
Stop that
U kno u can find me where da block at
If ya foreign foreign to da strip yea its gettin chopped at
Got a couple clean dirty niccaz yea they'll mop dat
Know if chicken there u f*ckin right then that's where ponz at
Cock back p90 I pop that
Squeeze until it lock back
Ain't no comin right back
U ca take a night cap
All my niccaz fight clap stab rob knife trap
Bizzy phone ringin tell em try dat
Or we ca fist fight dat
Show u how da knife act
Run down got em like CRUTCH it ain't even like dat
Y act
Tough n u don't want da smoke
We grind like f*ck da hope
Beef get ya mother smoked
Don't ever let a sucka joke
Niccaz b tryna joke ain't nothin funny muhf*cker
Nothin to smile about
My niccaz surround da house
All da goonies a drown out
How dem bullets run down ya mouf
Niccaz f*ck up da block til we rush em n run em south
U a nicca dats runnin ya mouth n dats a bitch move
We go hard we got big shoes
I play my part n let a bitch choose
I'm like No and I don't never sweat her
Tryna spill her man tea I'm flyer than every letter
Flyer than whoever
See I'm lookin better
Papi fettuccine I go hemmy for da cheddar
Man dats crazy for da paper uncle chino wit da razor
STRINGZ DOWN TEAM FELON hard to see me for a favor
I f*ck wit my timz on u won't see me in no gators
Only b wit real u won't see me wit those haters
See me get da paper
Grip tucked by da tummy
Hittin po on face time while crutch tuckin his dunny
Crutch tuckin his gunny
I tell him to cuff da money
I'm a pit off da leash right now and they think it's funny
Buggin niccaz iz hungry them bullets will pop da chain on em
Two moves One was skrrrtttt
The other bang on em
Ten years down came home it ain't da same on em
Gun boyz blitzing niccaz still got da thang on em
They still got they Cain on em
Bundle after bundle licks still hittin a vein on em Dz in da jungle
Ponzi switchin lanes on em gaming a nicca
The real niccaz iz few it ain't da same for my niccaz
Told u nothin in ya pocket it's a shame for u nicca
Kill or die for da TEAM never change on my niccaz ONE
Fuca you Tb nicca
Po Peshy on da joint nicca
Have niccaz outside ya house u keep f*ckin around
U kno u can find me where da block at
If ya foreign foreign to da strip yea its gettin chopped at
Got a couple clean dirty niccaz yea they'll mop dat
Know if chicken there u f*ckin right then that's where ponz at
Cock back p90 I pop that
Squeeze until it lock back
Ain't no comin right back
U ca take a night cap
All my niccaz fight clap stab rob knife trap
Bizzy phone ringin tell em try dat
Or we ca fist fight dat
Show u how da knife act
Run down got em like CRUTCH it ain't even like dat
Y act
Tough n u don't want da smoke
We grind like f*ck da hope
Beef get ya mother smoked
Don't ever let a sucka joke
Niccaz b tryna joke ain't nothin funny muhf*cker
Nothin to smile about
My niccaz surround da house
All da goonies a drown out
How dem bullets run down ya mouf
Niccaz f*ck up da block til we rush em n run em south
U a nicca dats runnin ya mouth n dats a bitch move
We go hard we got big shoes
I play my part n let a bitch choose
I'm like No and I don't never sweat her
Tryna spill her man tea I'm flyer than every letter
Flyer than whoever
See I'm lookin better
Papi fettuccine I go hemmy for da cheddar
Man dats crazy for da paper uncle chino wit da razor
STRINGZ DOWN TEAM FELON hard to see me for a favor
I f*ck wit my timz on u won't see me in no gators
Only b wit real u won't see me wit those haters
See me get da paper
Grip tucked by da tummy
Hittin po on face time while crutch tuckin his dunny
Crutch tuckin his gunny
I tell him to cuff da money
I'm a pit off da leash right now and they think it's funny
Buggin niccaz iz hungry them bullets will pop da chain on em
Two moves One was skrrrtttt
The other bang on em
Ten years down came home it ain't da same on em
Gun boyz blitzing niccaz still got da thang on em
They still got they Cain on em
Bundle after bundle licks still hittin a vein on em Dz in da jungle
Ponzi switchin lanes on em gaming a nicca
The real niccaz iz few it ain't da same for my niccaz
Told u nothin in ya pocket it's a shame for u nicca
Kill or die for da TEAM never change on my niccaz ONE
Fuca you Tb nicca
Po Peshy on da joint nicca
Have niccaz outside ya house u keep f*ckin around
Writer: alexis rodriguez, michael todd
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid