D-Shot - Wolf Tickets lyrics

Wolf tickets (repeated in background) [Intro: Kaveo] Yeah, game goes on, n***a And it ain't no myth for the n***a fifth C-L-I-C-K sh** up in this house b**h for rich I was told it's a few hams out there sellin' them wolf tickets Like they gold, tryin' to be bold So we here to buy a few Cash 'em in, check a chin 'Cause hogs play to win So if you do a lot of barkin', can't walk that walk Take two steps back and look at yourself Before you wind up in that chalk, n***a [D-Shot] 17 from a broken down hood with no dreams The only thing I knew was to form a fat team The Hillside, just a small part of the city Where poppin' a** gangstas flossin' like me See I rap, but what I spit gets straight real I serve no wolf tickets, n***a, I will k** Any motherf**er that step within my boundary When you f** with me, you f** with my family [B-Legit] Motherf**ers talk hard, but never hit the yard When they car gets snatched, lil' ol batch We can knuckle up, take it to the blind Mainline livin' got me diggin, tryin not to catch no time They got me locked down 'cause I made the dump 17 gettin' off, n***as bringin' funk And ain't no punk from the start With no love and no heart So n***a you can sing the part [Chorus 2X: T-Pup] Why is they barkin', knowin they know Talkin' that irrelevant, fat mouth'n fa sho And since it ain't no tellin what Jack told Helen What the hell is they sellin'? (B-Legit: Wolf Tickets) [E-40] Haters, come out and play-yay And I'll be waitin' with my Chinese AK-yay But you can't have female dog b**h in your joints Going all up out your way just to get them brownie points First one to wolf that sh**, first one to bone and scat like cats Just not wannabe hard hoe a** n***as run in packs Hatin' on a slusha; just 'cause he heard that I was thinking about doin' me a Testarossa this summer [Suga-T] Yeah, wolf tickets is some silly tricks tryin' to be the sh** Comin' with that sicky-sing sing stupid a** sh** Soul Train's about to pay me doe So I can scat from Vallejo to the iggity-iggity O, ugh It's a gang of fools wolfin' tryin to get in for free Sprinkle Me, you see me, Suga-T, ugh Might wanna preciate some real sh**, spiggity spit But now fools be straight wolfin' it [Chorus] [B-Legit] I hate the transformin', bustas in disguise Don't really know what the f** is between they thighs To my surprise you've been sleepin' with the enemy And at the same time drinkin' on gin with me I cut you loose, wasn't f**in with the extra luggage 90-somethin and you just now gettin' published But you wolfin' to the wrong cat I got the hog on my back and body bleeders in my millimeter [E-40] A thir-a thirteen hundred block Magazine 40 cookin' cola, A-1, Ice Cream Packages stuffed pineapple, yola, and greens Had a basement full of choppers and triple beams In order to spit this sort of sh** you gotta know it Seen it, did it, lived it, been in it No more 7-11 turf burrito chimmy chommas Now we some timers, regular customers at Benihana's [Chorus] [Outro: Kaveo] Ha, ha, yeah I tried to told ya falsified a** n***as That it's goin' down, comin' up out that V-town You see, funk is somethin' only a chosen few stand tall through But as you can see we pull hoe cards For them ho-harborin', playa hatin' Mad at the world 'cause the game is pa**in' them by Type naggas that want to be hard So accept game and stop, look and listen And quit lyin' to kick it And cease on the motherf**in' wolf tickets, you know!!!!!! [Chorus 4X] Why is they barkin'? Why is they wolfin'? (Wolf tickets)