Choclair - Skunk lyrics

(feat. Kurupt) [Intro] Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk [Choclair] Floatin like.. a mile high Yeah, smoking trees Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk [Choclair] See, while you n***as flop ya gums I hop on the the Doogotty, pull back on the throttle catwalk down Younge Think I, crash and burn? Looked on the ground, skid marks way out in a juked up swerve It's rock, 360 wheel back, 180 lift dust that I dever reach you can't get Tell you worldwide, it's T dot city Don't bling like he but the thick hang heavy Lambed out in the all black Chevy Sleek and stack - you can't see that Phantom menace, a feather in your presence And deprive your high rise, baby girl, and ya get it [Kurupt] n***as try to bomb our Trade Center You motherf**ing b**h-a** n***as Calculate, calculative, intervention With a pistol in position to start thumping all All the homies on the streets start pumping all Fill up the streets with sherm and heat Make 'em wiggle like worms, lift n***as out of they seat Shift 'em chest to feet, Canada, West to East Calicos might spread lead start ricocheting head to head I'm Kurupt Young Gotti b**h, heard what I said? Yeah b**h, eat a dick instead [Chorus] Get ya Pesos, take fallacio then slide (Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk) That's right Get ya Pesos, take fallacio then slide (Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk) That's right Elevate yo, peeps to know with this chi' (Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk) That's right [Kurupt] Bouncin, movin, rockin, shakin (That's right) [Choclair] It's just 'Nock, and K-U-R-U-P-T and... On this lyrical high, and moving to the music (When you be under the skunk) Choclair got ya high, and Young Gotti, and... Don't bounce unless you can put it together (And moving to the music, under the skunk) [Choclair] See, redline and clutch push to the floor Pistons doin like they grill you no more Ladies on the back of the floor Thinkin I'm gon kick it to 6, switch lanes drop it down into 4 Meaning, all y'all comin of the balls T dot comin suave for y'all Kurupt spark the blunt for y'all While all y'all balls be sleepin when the radio be playing your song See, can't help with that Suave Dawg I, I be when they wanna follow this stally I switched they whole game so the whole time they be following the same damn tree Confused? People tried to flop on me Thirty days Gold, "Ice Cold" (What?) Yo, y'all know who's, reppin T dot When you see Choclair say "What up, Chizznock?" [Interlude: Kurupt] Get up fast, touch your a** To hit some a**, so quick and so fast Ridin slow, rock and move Two shot's of Hennesey, that's the remedy Movin, smashin, smashin streets, streets n***a bouncin, movin, rockin, shakin [Kurupt] Hun, n***as tried to rob my n***a Two semi's change is mine, my n***a Concentrate, 38 intervision With pistols in position take flight like fishing Murder red ripples, then all cripple f** around and leave n***as cripple Chip a n***a motherf**ing shoe with the full wind nickel Chrome nickel soar, like mockingbirds Mocking my words, might chip n***as like Titanic chip Icebergs Coming through on perv, dip, swerve n***as got the nerve, n***as try and serve Swing like pendulums, perfect aim Separate, poetical purple rain Detonate, you n***as little as Eddie Kain n***a, I me on Paul be on Hussein, motherf**er [Chorus]