Crunchy Black - Beacon N Blender lyrics
[Hook: DJ Paul][x2] Beacon and a blender Serve a n***a straight to the window Soda and a pot Just to keep them junkies spoiled rotten [verse 1: DJ Paul] It goes free my n***a double L My brother C, what's up to Phil Blender and a couple scales Breakin' down a couple of bails Gotta spoil'em gotta keep that sh** off in they system Keep em in the solar system Try to stay up out da system Gotta serve to the window on da c**a Driving responsible with the AR Been tryin' to make it stretch so long my nig Yayo f**ed around and got stretch marks Im bumpin dat NWA in da hood When da hoods holla f** da police I'm from da Tn in protection but i love UGK I got a pocket full of stones on me [verse 2: Lord Infamous] I got a brick no hercules could lift I was born in powder b**h What up to Phil D. and Craig Dunigan been Memphis, b**h Keep 'em geekin for a hit Pump their veins with Alpo Life is lavish, fresh and cla**ic Don't make me go savage hoe n***as with that k**a instinct Maggots crawlin' out their eyes You order a piece of pie Pay for it or you die COCAINE GOD COCAINE GOD Thank you for givin' us this c**aine rock Blay! [Hook] [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] It's a beacon and blender ho Serving junkies big boat loads Hit dat ho for her fifteen Watch them comeback offerin more Dope been the hell to your b**hes? Mommies, aunties, grannies get it Want it b**h go f** with me You know Im about this paper Don't doubt my sh** don't doubt my sh** don't doubt my sh** You dummy a** n***as But if you with me Tell em is im da Koopsta Knicca And them we stay kitchen keepin b**hes with a knot Put em on the ho spot take em to my stash spot [Verse 4: Crunchy Black] I say I'd never ever in my life sell dope And then i start to rob And then i got coke And then i got weed And then i got pills I have to get some money so i get it how i live I put it in da field and have to tote dat steel Cause n***as around here ain't never been real I have the twinkle tweekin' I had the junkies jumpin jumping I had these hoes out here doing sh** for nothin' [Hook] [verse 5: Gangsta Boo] My boyfriend he got bud and he got powder Money is in by the hour Keep them junkies comin' back Junkie for weed junkie for crack Ask em where da dollas at While we watch our money stack Slangin' rocks all on the block Koopsta knicca holla at me I'mma holla right back Boomin' my bricks my n***a chow Lowkey with his hustle doe First n***a that i ever saw Snort out a key of blow Country boys they got they sh** Mobbers they be hustlin Money womens beamers benz n***as bout they dividence [hook]