J.L. of B. Hood - Strangeulation Vol.II Cypher III lyrics

[Produced by Seven] [Intro: Tech N9ne] I'm proud to present this cypher to my technicians, cause this one has been a long time coming. So I called on my big homie Big Scoob, and my lil' homie; JL B. Hood. Let's go [Verse 1: Big Scoob] Yeah, aha, Big Fella Back pushin' that trap sh** to your tracklist Tecca Nina's new package, Big Fella gon' snap b**h Whip game, I'm magic, front flips, no backflips Still eatin' old pa**ed whips, looky here, these facts, b**h (yeah!) Big Fella y'all know me man, show me, homie, I'm still the same I'm a little older got a little colder, I'm still a soldier, I'm blowing flames Time to get, what's happening blood? This don't get it I'm acting up Y'all ain't wit it, then I'ma go get it and ship it in, in the back of the bus Nah, I'm just f**in' with it, bickin' back and having fun Bullsh** I'm having none, p**y n***as best hold their tongue Flip a switch and I'm with the sh** get to clapping clips and I'm banging drums Ignorant with this ignant sh** and my only wish is you come get some! [Verse 2: J.L of B. Hood] I told you b**hes where the f** I'm from Showed you this is where the luck might run Out for the doubt, what you do with yo mouth about to be part of the reason I come and bust my gun! Finicky front wanna be just like them n***a's a bore, be hunted just like one This no war nor kid time son It's a warning, do nothing dumb You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's A real one exists this close to the lead Get ahold of the disk you suppose to believe The show is a trip and the flow's a disease Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe Not a f** I could give, like "f**s? What are these?" Pros we official, the hoes Lebanese Strange got the game in a guillotine choke Language aimed seen finna be quo- -Ted, know it ain't my enemy hope Swa*k if you can't consider me dope Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both On the bull with a 7, no Tony Kukoč b**h check into whenever you post They come out the wood works know whenever you close You know what I'm yellin' know somebody better tell 'em Hard head make a soft a** lemme get 'em Up in art cla** was the only time you drew a weapon Up the bar blur lines I'm a urban legend No T.I. TMI but I'm f**in' with protection Paper work in red like I'm makin' a correction Select what I said hope you makin' the connection We come at a n***a head it come off him in a second Me and Tech got high said we finna do work Spat hot lava, finna shoot first You expect not vibe I could only do church If my n***a was alive I am in the booth hurt! Know that I ride, while I tell 'em B. Hood You would look odd in my neck of the woods If I really wanna slide in your hoe I could But I'm God with a double O, y'all know I'm good! Step like I should! [Outro: Tech N9ne] (x2) I steps like a real should Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good Aye, we makin' your b**hes feel good Yanked it and still could, we whip it and feel good