Son Doobie - The L.D. lyrics

[DJ FM] "Little boy told his mama Said, "Mama, I'm gon' go downtown and win you a turkey" She said, "Child, how you gon' win me a turkey?" Said, "Well, they havin' a contest At behind the hardware store And the one who'd have the longest pee win the turkey" She said, "Hon, I don't want you goin' Pullin' all your pee out Front of all them b**hes" He said, "I ain't gonna pull it all out, mama Just enough to win the turkey" --] Gene Tracy [Verse 1: Sick Jacken] I got my notebook held hostage This Psycho lost it It's too late for you now, holmes Te la pelaste Sell like my funk X-rated, like I like my s** This sh** is nasty Voila, muppet, you got it blastin' I'm a momo legend Put the L.D. down That's on the D.L Treat my notebook like a female Got her in the flamingo, in goes my lingo Single handedly, bust a nut, that's when the egg flows Put me on with Doobie, on tape, on a p**no movie Either way, I put the f** down, homie Keep your blue diamonds, my pants open Chest in the fluffles, in it, from somethin', keep ridin' S-I-C-K S-I-D-E Love from that side, cause it's a F-U-C, see Lots of it, all the time, everyday, we perverts Put in work, to the next jerk, until the head hurts We rock M-I-C's IUD's with ease Wipe the side of your head, cause your ear just got these Please Ita, put it down, stop frontin' Give 'em a Sprite and a paper towel, cause image is nothin' Chorus: [Son Doobie] What we comin' with? [Sick Jacken] The L.D [Son Doobie] What's that? [Sick Jacken] Long dick stylah rhymin' Stab a track Put the L.D [Son Doobie] What's that? [Sick Jacken] With mic holds and sick flows You can't get enough, like nymphos [Son Doobie] What we comin' with? [Sick Jacken] The L.D [Son Doobie] What's that? [Sick Jacken] Long dick stylah rhymin' Stab a track Put the L.D [Son Doobie] What's that? [Sick Jacken] With mic holds, with sick flows Dope beats and p**y alike, will k** those [DJ FM] "So what is it this time? You just wanna be held? Or you want the L.D.?" "What you think it is? I want the L.D., baby" {*scratching*} "Uh, yeah!" [Verse 2: Son Doobie] I'm loco with my p**no Expose naked photos Hoes know the flow I fold 'em in a chokehold The low blows and headbu*ts Up low, peep my vocals The s** reprosal Oral s**, far from formal I break it, rape it .38, to your facelift No second, are you fake Cut throat Watch 'em waste it I'll hate them, take it Rob they place, they can't trace it Face it, some replace it, bu*t in guts, can you taste it? Laced it, erased it, when the bullets blast the pavement You shake it, won't make it, this clip will make your brains split The same hit Blame it on the mari in the basement I'll lay it, spray it down, you clowns just fake it Save it I'll chase it, you can't case it Figure it out, by mistakin' for another fake flip The rain trip, the same clip Riddles in your chest plate The skin rip Naked, screamin' "Help!," never made it (HELP!) Created all the chaos, caused the pain you'se sedated Then escalated A rated overrated rape (Wait) Nickel plated, aim it, what's your set, n***a, claim it I'm wise in these streets, A.K.A., King David (BOMB, BOMB, BOMB, BOMB) Repeat Chorus