Sam Bostic - Come On lyrics

b**h I'm a hard head n***a So don't ask me I know a gang of motherf**ers say they gone blast me Catch me dippin to some screw Attitude rude, drippin sweat, about to finger-f** this tech I leave em stretch reaching for a rifle Got him a pump before a n***a to duck to duck I ain't no punk n***a this be mine for cease Before them chippers and cheese see we thieves Give me some valiums and some Robitussin, watch me do it Dip my cancer stick into some enbalming fluid Show your I.D then pa** it right back to me Cousin cause see I'm a minor And these wet daddies got your partner sweating like drippy a** vagina Let me up in this b**h-a** club security or me and my guys Gon' bum rush these doors make it so it won't be no more rap shows Yeah that's what I thought I see wall to wall hoes b**hes everywhere all over the place n***a ztippin off the green marble just so hoes can sit on the face ( Distorted "come on" ) A funky lesson number one My own don't be in no mess Number two when it's confidential hold it on your chest Number three ( three ) don't be f**in with me Number four no more toe to toe The only way to let these motherf**ers no is to flex Wip they a** up leave em' bleeding like a Kotex Boy we one tight knit a** clique n***as in my outfit don't be rattin Rollin over, snitchin, spillin beans, tattle-tellin We be thievin, conniving they way that we surviving No this b**h that's ballin and tonight's she's callin Wantin to know " What's up B when we gone work it up" If we can go kick it and smoke Get her keyed as hell and maybe hit a hotel I'm on my cell thinkin yeah I'm cool with that Hit the Kit-Kat and get her sprees before I get he f cheese Pimpin is a game and I'm lovin to flirt while my fingers up her tennis Skirt ( Distorted "come on" repeats ) b**h I'm dedicated you know, to this mob sh** Talk back , f** that get your jaw split Raw spit , that's what you n***as pay me for A Hundred Thousand f**in off down in Vegas Hoe And you know we the one to get the function bumpin No sh** we the clique bullsh** ain't nothin See you f**in with some fools n***as with no rules Mobbin in they old schools b**h ????? With the windows up man with the heat on heat on Man we in a land tacked out funked in a hamsac smokin on ???? I say it said producing rapping hustlin that's my bread and bu*ter You n***as better hurry up cause there's money in this motherf**er (money in this moneyf**er) Reverend is so hard to find like good boys Cause sh** be droppin have your a** Pissin yellow discharge taking tetracycline