Curly Savv - Word To My Mother lyrics

[Intro:] And that's on my mother Semi gate and that's on my mother Awweee Man Brrrrrrr [Chorus: Zay G] I came from the slums , though I live in the gutter Homie that's word to my mother Would shoot on you n***as than rat on my brothers I treat em all like no other My real n***as speak up , they never gon' stutter Homie that's word to my mother You said that you here but you know that you wasn't n***as put that on they mother The homies be swishin' lets keep it one hunnid n***a and that's on my my mother Ya b**h is some common , so she finna f** us She gon' put that on her mother When sh** hit the top , I know they gon' love us That's word to my mother [Interlude: Zay G] sh** is really crazy man , n***as is switchin' on they gang I'll never switch , I'll never tell on my brothers That's word to my mother [Verse 1: Rah Swish] Any and everything just for my brothers , they know imma ride out Don't trust him if he ain't gang cause n***as don't be the same , when they sign out I see n***as snitchin' bro talkin' to b**hes , you thought I won't find out And ya b**hes gave me the info on where you lay at , and where n***as hide out Shout out to Curly cause they jackin' the lingo , you know what I mean bro Put a dot on that n***a like I'm playin' bingo , I'm feeling like Nino Got all of my lions runnin' out of the jungle , I ain't talkin' leos Told the opps pick up a gun , they know where to meet bro , my clip hold 3 O Run up a few one , I'm where they don't play that , they know where the gang at Disrespecting my mother or tell on my brothers , he gettin' a toe tag I'm not with the playing , what the f** is you sayin' , my n***as is k**as they know that Got at least 2 or 3 guns in the closet hangin' right where the coats at Don"t make me throw that , bullets cut them down , catch em after school then I'm backin' down If he gotta question better ask it now , thinkin' it's a game I'm spinnin' back around I ain't with the actin but let's make a scene , we only gettin' money yo that's what you think Why you think I got these shooters on my team , and since he think he sweet , 5 for the beam These n***as talkin' , I don't know why These n***as hatin' , I don't know why Probably cause he see the gang on top , boy I took his b**h when I drove by My n***as from the east told me dead bag , give him 7 bills for a head tag Cause n***as hate it when you bout to make it , just send a addict for the conversation [Chorus: Zay G] I came from the slums , though I live in the gutter Homie that's word to my mother Would shoot on you n***as than rat on my brothers I treat em all like no other My real n***as speak up , they never gon' stutter Homie that's word to my mother You said that you here but you know that you wasn't n***as put that on they mother The homies be swishin' lets keep it one hunnid n***a and that's on my my mother Ya b**h is some common , so she finna f** us She gon' put that on her mother When sh** hit the top , I know they gon' love us That's word to my mother [Verse 2: Zay G] 20 large n***a greenback , hit a opp n***a make a f** n***a lean back Word to mommy I ain't playin' no games , and the D's askin' questions ain't sayin' no names And my real n***as 'round me ain't f**in' with lames , do a hit down the block and be shootin' with ranges 3 point like Reggie , straight loud in the air we ain't smokin' no reggies Clip long like a semi , and they sound like a bomb when we blowin' a dezzy [Verse 3: Curly Savv] Ahh why the f** is you talkin' , n***a we know that you soft Catch a opp and I'm lettin' it off , Swish Gang b**h I'm always on court And all of my n***as be lurkin' and all of my n***as put work in Oh yea he a thug on the book , can't wait till I catch him in person Catch me a opp and that's word to my mother , he gettin' melted like bu*ter Pistol is hot and they sting like thunder , n***as ain't gettin no money Run up on me and I'm goin' insane , bullets they burst through your brain She jackin my lingo, she sayin' my name, b**h get the f** out my face I cum in her mouth and she love how it taste , shawty in love with my ways When I get in the booth man yall n***as should pray , cause of the sh** that I say Man this sh** is so hot that I need me a deal, this really my life for real Free bro Rex he was out for a stain , get wet trynna walk in the rain [Chorus: Zay G] I came from the slums , though I live in the gutter Homie that's word to my mother Would shoot on you n***as than rat on my brothers I treat em all like no other My real n***as speak up , they never gon' stutter Homie that's word to my mother You said that you here but you know that you wasn't n***as put that on they mother The homies be swishin' lets keep it one hunnid n***a and that's on my my mother Ya b**h is some common , so she finna f** us She gon' put that on her mother When sh** hit the top , I know they gon' love us That's word to my mother