Husalah - Dope Fiend Spirits lyrics

*Talking* Yea n***a, Yea, Once A Motherf**ing Ginn n***a Straight Slap [Verse 1 - Husalah] This is knock for the skitzos dumb a** loose Clocking non-stop ho and I got proof Twenty Fours on the Chevrolet convertible coupe I ain't heard of you n***a but you heard of the zoo Where the gorilla and apes at s**ers get scraped flat Clocking hustle for hours don't take no showers n***as be always wondering how Husalah be hustling Cause everytime I slide through I got the women thats s**ing While you s**ers is cupcaking like a Hostess Mc Muffin n***a please your girlfriend is not your lady For the past six months we been rocking them crazy It's blue ex the whole nine yards I know you wanna cry I see it in your eye I bet you want revenge please don't try Cause every guy who try he die, b**h It's the mob can never be brizzoke I ride fizzos And everytime I gizzo You see smizzoke And then you start to chizzoke But I don't stop to bend my car She can't breathe she need C.P.R You A Chris Rock thug, CB4 I'm on dvd's and cd's you seen before [Hook] Don't stop n***a run that light Four fifteen basing like they hitting the pipe, n***a Don't stop run that light n***a so much base my trunk hitting the pipe, chea East Oakland Dumb dumb, whaaaa West Oakland Dumb dumb, whaaaa North Oakland dumb dumb, whaaaa Dumb dumb, whaaaa dumb dumb, whaaaa [Verse 2 - Pretty Black] You might catch in the bucket in the public Or riding on twenty fours when I'm sliding to my show Man your chicken she just love to blow my trumpet The b**h say she love me though I think I better let it go Nuts in your mouth not in your hand Man I'm finna come out with ho in a can Sit low in the van on fins They spinning got to cool me off Wining grining fellin like a boss Like you n***as false advertising You n***as be hiding You ain't riding Can't hang in my environment Inspire a b**h, to ho Then expire a b**h You know we tire a b**h untill her co*k touch the floor Geesing the beat got me beasting Reeking of purple smoke b**h geeking she erking folks She can't handle the rope And I rap for the mentally challenged folks you know [Hook] And we still won't stop n***a run that light The four fifteens basing like they hitting the pipe n***a do a thou wow n***a run that light Man so much ba** my trunk hitting the pipe So much ba** my trunk hitting the pipe n***a do a thou wow n***a run that light South Richmond dumb dumb, whaaaa North Richmond dumb dumb, whaaaa Central Side dumb dumb, whaaaa Dumb dumb, whaaaa dumb dumb, whaaaa Pueblo 'Jects dumb dumb, whaaaa Pueblo 'Jects dumb dumb, whaaaa South Richmond is dumb dumb, whaaaa Dumb dumb, whaaaa dumb dumb, whaaaa [Verse 3 - Fed-X] Guess who it's the dude it's fifty states baby Push off in the space ship they go crazy They love me they want to kiss on a lord They praise me look at them bow to the floor The god the emperor you know I'm running your city The prince the gorilla, godzilla I'mma Mob Figga Still dancing move in the european Or Aston Martin Your hoes I tossed them C'mon don't stop run that light Don't stop n***a run that light [Hook] And we dip to the music everytime we hear it My trunk been possesed by the dope fiend spirits! Dope fiend spirits? Dope fiend spirits! n***a dope fiend spirits? n***a dope fiend spirits!