Letras:Brotha Lynch Hung. Season Of Da Siccness. Datz Real Gangsta.
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin and on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Sicx over top
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
It was a dark blue night, nigga toe down sleep
Had a 40 ounce of E and half ounce of weed
Just got fooled rockin gangsta shit
My nigga Sicx fucked around and took Pooh-Man's bitch
Rider in cut and got her all fucked up
It was all just us, bout to bust fat nuts
Sluts get dug like a grave when I'm high
Shootin out the barrel of a 7 inch by 5
With a nut all in your dome, slit fulla that home grown, shit
Bout to pull em up on with that limp
Then I'm out, ready to take the back rout the the freeway
Grab anotha hoe and a 4-0 on the way
And I'ma know, that's the way fools do it in the Locced Blocc
Makin hoes nut, 5000 with the 9 Glock
And you gotta know that it just don't stop
Mr. Redrum, Redrum on the cock and my nigga say
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Sicx over top
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean (and my nigga say)
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Mr. Doc in the bathroom
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Now it was all that night that we hooked shit up
Had hoes, 4-0's and 9's in the cut
Just case, niggas want funk we got the right guards
Spray straight Uzi on them niggas evryday
And it's the Baby, the Baby dead-a sleep
Toe down drunk, must have been drinkin O-E
While Mr. D-O-C disploiting his G
With a hoe in the B-A-T-H-E my nigga Art be
Rapin those hoes, takin those hoes to the room
Drop the crop and let the trigga go BOOM
And me? Man I'm just a G
Kick back witta 4-0 and let em come to me
One for e-ach and every single nigga on the third floor
Smoke a half of O and forget what you heard hoe
And you gotta know that it just don't stop
Mr. Redrum, Redrum on the cock and my nigga say
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Mr. Doc in the bathroom
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean, my nigga
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Lynch over top
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean, my nigga
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin and on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Sicx over top
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
It was a dark blue night, nigga toe down sleep
Had a 40 ounce of E and half ounce of weed
Just got fooled rockin gangsta shit
My nigga Sicx fucked around and took Pooh-Man's bitch
Rider in cut and got her all fucked up
It was all just us, bout to bust fat nuts
Sluts get dug like a grave when I'm high
Shootin out the barrel of a 7 inch by 5
With a nut all in your dome, slit fulla that home grown, shit
Bout to pull em up on with that limp
Then I'm out, ready to take the back rout the the freeway
Grab anotha hoe and a 4-0 on the way
And I'ma know, that's the way fools do it in the Locced Blocc
Makin hoes nut, 5000 with the 9 Glock
And you gotta know that it just don't stop
Mr. Redrum, Redrum on the cock and my nigga say
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Sicx over top
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean (and my nigga say)
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Mr. Doc in the bathroom
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Now it was all that night that we hooked shit up
Had hoes, 4-0's and 9's in the cut
Just case, niggas want funk we got the right guards
Spray straight Uzi on them niggas evryday
And it's the Baby, the Baby dead-a sleep
Toe down drunk, must have been drinkin O-E
While Mr. D-O-C disploiting his G
With a hoe in the B-A-T-H-E my nigga Art be
Rapin those hoes, takin those hoes to the room
Drop the crop and let the trigga go BOOM
And me? Man I'm just a G
Kick back witta 4-0 and let em come to me
One for e-ach and every single nigga on the third floor
Smoke a half of O and forget what you heard hoe
And you gotta know that it just don't stop
Mr. Redrum, Redrum on the cock and my nigga say
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Mr. Doc in the bathroom
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean, my nigga
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Lynch over top
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean, my nigga
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