DJ Whoo Kid - Hydro lyrics

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DJ Whoo Kid - Hydro lyrics

You know how me and Whookid roll 20 inches on a 600 2002 Benzo Windows limo tinted, chiefin' that straight hydro G'd up gettin' ben'ed BG a straight thug n***a Bout whatever you bout and then some don't give a f** n***a Be in the club gettin love dog Gimme my Henn' in a bottle don't try to play me wit no cup dog Choppa City hit the scene visious Get in the way of these k**ers I guarantee your gon' get it Seventeen through your f**ing fitted Your suspect right here, B. Gizzle did it It's goin' down this rip here And I ain't takin no short I want all ??? And on the real dog smoke something, blow something Here go the 'gar won'tcha roll something C'mon, c'mon, c'mon' c'mon There I go, it's hot kizzle Look. . .look. . I just, pop my collar and tell a b**h holla And smoke mega pounds of that bubba clot fire I came on fire, until the day I die all black the attire Watch dudes who wire, we smoke on Cali dro Them Choppa City n***as'll show you how to flip a Cali ho And if you got a problem I'm the problem solver Get full of that torture, block a headshot from a revolver I don't like feminine cops, they get mad when I pa** Black n***a in a cinnamon drop Smoke more weed than timberland trees I be redder than fox, and if you front I leave you wetter than mops Go by the rules of the mob b**h, you either rule or roll Bricks I got, they was shipped and sold Choppa City in ya area, get cha, bury ya I pump some lead in ya, blawka blawka blawka Look, no sticks no seeds, that's what I need Break it down, cut it stuff it flip it light it and puff it And don't go to far, puff it and pa** This ain't that trash that you get in them bags n***a smokin' that hood sh**, don't know bout that good sh** HYDRO is the reason why I'm lettin' my eyes low The reason why I ride slow, f**ed up with no where to go Why I don't even step foot in the place if I can't blow my dro Keep that dirt in your gra**, you n***as hurtin' your cash That bullsh** ain't even worth the ash I gotta choke every time I hit it And my eyes gotta water up every time I take a toke from it The God gettin' blunted, and when the tint roll down That underwater smoke creepin' out comin' from it And if you thinkin' bout smokin' lil girl You might as well go f**in' smoke you a 'gar Don't f** around n***a

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