Lyrics:
(intro (talking))
imma make the hits
yall book the shows
(Hook)
Aiyyo
Bling bling, whats that? Sheek Louch is back
Ride ride, you got my back? where the heaters at?
12 gauge, tech nines, yo! where the hit em at?
D block, we got 'em going crazy, crazy
(Verse One)
Aiyyo, whos that looking through my window
Blaaaow, y'all muh'f**as know my style
Any n***a looking and I'm daffy ducking his a**
Beat upside down, straight bucking his a**
Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his a**
Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit gla**
Yeeeeeah!, it can be who? Sheek the mc
Spit hard, the mc, in the yard, the mc
I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper
Thats why my vocabulary sick
Use big words like, s**-my-dick
You dont wanna play Louch, wit out entering cheats
I'm like Eddie Kane n***a from the Five Heart Beats
Coke thicker than ya muh'f**ing cream of wheats
Paper too small nowadays, I write on sheets
And I done made so many hits, I'm about to cop cleats
(Hook)
(Verse Two)
Without baking soda still keep the arm and hammer
D block flag waving on the rangest tanner
In our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana
Spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana
Listen, if you wit us no time for bailing
Sheek Louch, D-block, stop Rose like jalen
No bull, nickle plate catch me pailing
Scoop big n***az, put 'em through half the sailing
Yeah! I dont care if I sell or not
The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove
f** mainstream, keep me wit gangstah love
Street sh**, Sheek sh**, bring life to tug
Ha ha, I'm like new, but I been here tho
Just low, I ain't drop and y'all wanting a show
Book it, let the hood in and let me rock
Bring the hardest n***az from ya block, what up!
(Hook)
(Verse Three)
I got big signs, f** dog, beware the owner
Step out, shopping boxes, Lemon Coronna
Scratching my a**, hoping that the kids tresspa**
One of 'em vietnam n***az, my stitch wit hair triggers
I'm hot like, bout to start breaking you up
I feel the earths a little baller n***az shaking me up
I'm bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up
I get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cup
And yo what, thats right, the god sick wit it
May be before, but right now the kid Louch forget it
I'm the best out right now, spread the news
I could write a book, Louch the new Langston Hughes
Yellow Play Boy n***a, stin Pepe Lepues
I dont just clap, Sheek'll make the 4 go off
Espionage and all that, like gombachev
Hit the block and make the o's go off, oow!