Boosie BadAzz - Lava House Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] I'm a Ratchet n***a, this off the head I freestyle all day when I be thinking about my dad Rochelle she in the back, and she looking at me She know I savage it everytime, I'm good at it And I'm a motherf**ing thug and I love my city I love them pretty titties I love them sick-a** dickies, you know I'm thugged out I got some throwbacks, some work up in the drug house And Lava House, they got my back like they Minnie Mouse You f** with me, I'll go and get that choppa I might go get Big Poppa And he's going to heart-stop ya I'm finna go off this b**h, cause I done flowed in this b**h And hide your ho, cause she'll be down low, s**ing my dick, b**h [Verse 2: Big Poppa] I catch the mic and bring it back See n***as in my hood, sell powder, ecstasy, and sell crack, b**h Well I'm Big Poppa, I don't give a damn You f** with me, a ho or a n***a get put in a f**ing chokeslam, n***a I'm out the bottom, out the 11 hundred, tatted up Look at them n***as and the feds, man, they ratted up Hating on some real n***as, hit the club and pop pills, n***a Sit at the bar, flip out them hundred dollar bills, n***a Now these player hating a** n***as, they wanna do me They mad cause I did "Love Ya Hood" with Lil' Boosie Ya'll n***as wanna trip, cause I let my pants sag And I keep some fresh Reebok's, and I keep my black rag And I gang bang for a living, dawg You understand? f** the judge, I go to court high, throw a "f** you" sign on the stand I do it how I do it Ain't nothing to it Pump your motherf**ing brain with battery acid and embalming fluid [Verse 3: Lil Boosie] No tears today, nothing but kisses and hugs For n***as and thugs, who missing from pistols and slugs Saw his momma, and she spoke and put her head down Made me shed a tear, and I want somebody dead now, rest in peace I'mma ride for you, wodie You know I'm thinking about you everytime we get loaded, but true thugs They don't learn until they burn That's just like me, but God ain't never gave my turn Wicked ways off sherm, got me addicted to these streets "Am I next in my casket?", is what I ask my peeps So pray for me, how I'm gonna learn when this ghetto life was gave to me? Why I do right when hollow tips on the chase for me? How many times it done went in one ear out the other? From your momma, your grandma, your auntie, and your brother They try to tell you right, cause they know that you a hustla They only tell you right, cause they love ya