Wit Yo Punk Azz Songtext
von Esham
Wit Yo Punk Azz Songtext
Yeah, Yeah
One time foe yo muthphuckin mind
It′s the Drunken Master in this peice
Representin, for you punk azz niggaz
Bitch I'm back screamin "I don′t care"
Throw yo guns in the phuckin air
While you niggaz be sippin Moet-n-Crystal
I be stickin up fools with a bloody pistol
Got a gloc on kock when I ride the block
Hot bullets leave yo azz in a state of shock
Most playa hated by the playa hataz I know
Nigga phuck yo azz and yo ugly ho
I could give a phuck less what coast your from
Cuz you can play Forest Gump and catch the dump dumps
Bitch, just like the last
Muthaphucka, who crossed my path, wit yo punk azz.
When a nigga playa hates me for a bitch,
Keep my name out yo outh wit yo punk azz (punk azz nigga)
When a nigga owe me money, and I see you at the club sippin moe
Gimme my loot wit yo punk azz.
Back up on the block, ho's suck dick
Niggaz gettin high yellin Dice ain't sh! t
**** to ya jaw, screamin phuck the law
Phuck H.I.V. I′m goin in raw
Scurvy, phuckin prostitutes like James Worthy
You got the nerve to serve me, biotch
Ya don′t know my style
Scurv azz nigga from 7 mile
Got a pistol in my pocket, and a joint in my mouth
I wanna bitch wit an azz like a ho down south
I wanna get drunk, but I'm low on cash
So I take yo stash, wit yo punk azz.
When you wanna smoke my weed and ain′t put 5 in
Back the phuck up wit yo punk azz (punk azz nigga)
When I'm chillin wit a bitch all day and you ain′t phuckin
Walk the phuck home wit yo punk azz. (punk azz nigga... come here, come here)
I'm only into two thangs, that′s loot and fam
At the crib baggin grams
Tryin to come up on a hundred grand
I got plans to be the black Bugz Boran
Red bones and sun tans
Givin me head inside the tour van
Once my gun jammed and I ran like the wind
Brave niggaz die young
The ones that run rock the gems
Ride a Benz, make loot wit they friends
Rock beat's and Timb's, have sex with only fly fem′s
So try to pretend not to see in the clubs
Mad cuz they on the block still flippin dubs
Only show love to those truly gettin cash
So nigga why would you ask, wit yo punk azz.
Yeah, so now you niggaz know, Drunken Master back in this peice representin for all you bitch azz, busta azz niggaz talkin all that sh! t, and all you bitchez that aint phuckin, all ya′ll can eat a dick, wit yo punk azz.
One time foe yo muthphuckin mind
It′s the Drunken Master in this peice
Representin, for you punk azz niggaz
Bitch I'm back screamin "I don′t care"
Throw yo guns in the phuckin air
While you niggaz be sippin Moet-n-Crystal
I be stickin up fools with a bloody pistol
Got a gloc on kock when I ride the block
Hot bullets leave yo azz in a state of shock
Most playa hated by the playa hataz I know
Nigga phuck yo azz and yo ugly ho
I could give a phuck less what coast your from
Cuz you can play Forest Gump and catch the dump dumps
Bitch, just like the last
Muthaphucka, who crossed my path, wit yo punk azz.
When a nigga playa hates me for a bitch,
Keep my name out yo outh wit yo punk azz (punk azz nigga)
When a nigga owe me money, and I see you at the club sippin moe
Gimme my loot wit yo punk azz.
Back up on the block, ho's suck dick
Niggaz gettin high yellin Dice ain't sh! t
**** to ya jaw, screamin phuck the law
Phuck H.I.V. I′m goin in raw
Scurvy, phuckin prostitutes like James Worthy
You got the nerve to serve me, biotch
Ya don′t know my style
Scurv azz nigga from 7 mile
Got a pistol in my pocket, and a joint in my mouth
I wanna bitch wit an azz like a ho down south
I wanna get drunk, but I'm low on cash
So I take yo stash, wit yo punk azz.
When you wanna smoke my weed and ain′t put 5 in
Back the phuck up wit yo punk azz (punk azz nigga)
When I'm chillin wit a bitch all day and you ain′t phuckin
Walk the phuck home wit yo punk azz. (punk azz nigga... come here, come here)
I'm only into two thangs, that′s loot and fam
At the crib baggin grams
Tryin to come up on a hundred grand
I got plans to be the black Bugz Boran
Red bones and sun tans
Givin me head inside the tour van
Once my gun jammed and I ran like the wind
Brave niggaz die young
The ones that run rock the gems
Ride a Benz, make loot wit they friends
Rock beat's and Timb's, have sex with only fly fem′s
So try to pretend not to see in the clubs
Mad cuz they on the block still flippin dubs
Only show love to those truly gettin cash
So nigga why would you ask, wit yo punk azz.
Yeah, so now you niggaz know, Drunken Master back in this peice representin for all you bitch azz, busta azz niggaz talkin all that sh! t, and all you bitchez that aint phuckin, all ya′ll can eat a dick, wit yo punk azz.
Writer(s): Esham Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
