Know about that Chyld's Plvy, bitch?
Say Knowledge wazzam with it?
I throw my thumb and my middle finger
Throw my V on side of that (VL)
Who the f*ck they starin' at?
Yeah, I'm him, who asking that?
Wasn't raised in public houses, shotgun houses, trappin' at
Sneakin' strippers in the back to break their backs, back to back
Caught the last two months of the 80s, walkin' through the 90s
'96 was only six and already, duckin' shots with Vonnie
From the city of dead bodies, bet that Glizzock stay beside me
I'm too raw for the industry, I know they gon' blackball me
In the hood and back ballin', where Stunna? No Austin
Got shooters leave your body in that creek like Dawson
Can't retire from this bullshit, what I look like, Jordan?
I just lied to get the pussy, I ain't Joe, I ain't stalkin'
Just holla'd at my murder man from MurdaSide, Valence, Magnolia
All these white folks f*ck around and it's probably Angola
Off that clean side, but carry poles by Napoleon
Shots roastin' niggas' ribs, like that Yoppa had joced him (woo)
I'm sober, gun loaded, plenty brothers, Hulk Hogan
Splattered all his DNA the f*ck out of here
Just like his slogan, all family over here
Support system like a hoster, remember walkin' out of Danny's
Seein' Gizzle in that Rover (waaah)
Had to cut my right hand off
Shit was almost suicide, niggas on that grimy shit
I was on that loyal side, was plottin' just to murder shit
While I'm on the Money$ide, niggas never heard of me
He jump claimin' Money$ide? (What?)
Niggas started threatenin' me
Showed them that I'm still outside (yeah)
Niggas tried to hang with me
They found out that my cousin died, Travain buried with my momma
How you niggas thought I lied? Bitch, I'm reppin' how I'm steppin
Stay in motion, ocean tides
With some old stand-up niggas
I ain't talkin' Richard Pryor, Glock, ARP with me
And Tito, Kee, that's starting' five, f*ck bitches in Airbnb's
They thinkin' soul ties, I'm a demon in the sheets
I'm Incubus in ho's eyes
Draw that four like Uno
We got aims like Marrero, bullets turn a nigga tender
Rasing Cane's, get the combo
Uptown nigga, I'm a honcho, big shots only, no pineapple
Bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm Rambo, I ain't runnin' out of ammo
Up in camo,
Move the f*ck around
You wasn't sleepin' on that sofa, eatin' Mama noodles, daily with no bread and just a toaster
Momma walkin' with a Save-A-Center basket down on Laurel
Niggas in the hood, they run they mouths, just like a motor
Bullets comin' flamin' hot (boaw! Boaw!)
Knock that chip clean off your shoulder
Potnas scrapin' up the pot, Pyrex, a box of baking soda (woo)
Had dreams of f*ckin' bitches in the Wraith and then I ghost them
Bitch, I don't need my flowers, spread them days just like some pollen, bitch
Yeah, f*ck with me ya heard me
The Money$ide
You already know what it's hittin' for
And shouts out to my dawg Kee and Teito
Them some real Hounds, you understand me?
And we gettin' it in like this yeuh, you know what I'm talkin' about
It's real outchea, I'm Ziggler the motherf*ckin' Wiggler
My dawg say, "Ziggy, I need you", I say, "oh boy, you got me", believe that dea
Gudda Chyld, nigga, don't forget that name, nigga
You know what it's hittin' for
Chyld's Play, Ziggler the motherf*ckin' Wiggler
And we gon' play some shit with your motherf*ckin' ass
Like we doin' Chucky on y'all shit, you understand me?
Oh boy, believe that dea
And I'm out
Gudda Chyld - Shoutgun Houses (feat. Ziggler the Wiggler) Lyrics
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Know about that Chyld's Plvy, bitch?
Say Knowledge wazzam with it?
I throw my thumb and my middle finger
Throw my V on side of that (VL)
Who the f*ck they starin' at?
Yeah, I'm him, who asking that?
Wasn't raised in public houses, shotgun houses, trappin' at
Sneakin' strippers in the back to break their backs, back to back
Caught the last two months of the 80s, walkin' through the 90s
'96 was only six and already, duckin' shots with Vonnie
From the city of dead bodies, bet that Glizzock stay beside me
I'm too raw for the industry, I know they gon' blackball me
In the hood and back ballin', where Stunna? No Austin
Got shooters leave your body in that creek like Dawson
Can't retire from this bullshit, what I look like, Jordan?
I just lied to get the pussy, I ain't Joe, I ain't stalkin'
Just holla'd at my murder man from MurdaSide, Valence, Magnolia
All these white folks f*ck around and it's probably Angola
Off that clean side, but carry poles by Napoleon
Shots roastin' niggas' ribs, like that Yoppa had joced him (woo)
I'm sober, gun loaded, plenty brothers, Hulk Hogan
Splattered all his DNA the f*ck out of here
Just like his slogan, all family over here
Support system like a hoster, remember walkin' out of Danny's
Seein' Gizzle in that Rover (waaah)
Had to cut my right hand off
Shit was almost suicide, niggas on that grimy shit
I was on that loyal side, was plottin' just to murder shit
While I'm on the Money$ide, niggas never heard of me
He jump claimin' Money$ide? (What?)
Niggas started threatenin' me
Showed them that I'm still outside (yeah)
Niggas tried to hang with me
They found out that my cousin died, Travain buried with my momma
How you niggas thought I lied? Bitch, I'm reppin' how I'm steppin
Stay in motion, ocean tides
With some old stand-up niggas
I ain't talkin' Richard Pryor, Glock, ARP with me
And Tito, Kee, that's starting' five, f*ck bitches in Airbnb's
They thinkin' soul ties, I'm a demon in the sheets
I'm Incubus in ho's eyes
Draw that four like Uno
We got aims like Marrero, bullets turn a nigga tender
Rasing Cane's, get the combo
Uptown nigga, I'm a honcho, big shots only, no pineapple
Bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm Rambo, I ain't runnin' out of ammo
Up in camo,
Move the f*ck around
You wasn't sleepin' on that sofa, eatin' Mama noodles, daily with no bread and just a toaster
Momma walkin' with a Save-A-Center basket down on Laurel
Niggas in the hood, they run they mouths, just like a motor
Bullets comin' flamin' hot (boaw! Boaw!)
Knock that chip clean off your shoulder
Potnas scrapin' up the pot, Pyrex, a box of baking soda (woo)
Had dreams of f*ckin' bitches in the Wraith and then I ghost them
Bitch, I don't need my flowers, spread them days just like some pollen, bitch
Yeah, f*ck with me ya heard me
The Money$ide
You already know what it's hittin' for
And shouts out to my dawg Kee and Teito
Them some real Hounds, you understand me?
And we gettin' it in like this yeuh, you know what I'm talkin' about
It's real outchea, I'm Ziggler the motherf*ckin' Wiggler
My dawg say, "Ziggy, I need you", I say, "oh boy, you got me", believe that dea
Gudda Chyld, nigga, don't forget that name, nigga
You know what it's hittin' for
Chyld's Play, Ziggler the motherf*ckin' Wiggler
And we gon' play some shit with your motherf*ckin' ass
Like we doin' Chucky on y'all shit, you understand me?
Oh boy, believe that dea
And I'm out
Say Knowledge wazzam with it?
I throw my thumb and my middle finger
Throw my V on side of that (VL)
Who the f*ck they starin' at?
Yeah, I'm him, who asking that?
Wasn't raised in public houses, shotgun houses, trappin' at
Sneakin' strippers in the back to break their backs, back to back
Caught the last two months of the 80s, walkin' through the 90s
'96 was only six and already, duckin' shots with Vonnie
From the city of dead bodies, bet that Glizzock stay beside me
I'm too raw for the industry, I know they gon' blackball me
In the hood and back ballin', where Stunna? No Austin
Got shooters leave your body in that creek like Dawson
Can't retire from this bullshit, what I look like, Jordan?
I just lied to get the pussy, I ain't Joe, I ain't stalkin'
Just holla'd at my murder man from MurdaSide, Valence, Magnolia
All these white folks f*ck around and it's probably Angola
Off that clean side, but carry poles by Napoleon
Shots roastin' niggas' ribs, like that Yoppa had joced him (woo)
I'm sober, gun loaded, plenty brothers, Hulk Hogan
Splattered all his DNA the f*ck out of here
Just like his slogan, all family over here
Support system like a hoster, remember walkin' out of Danny's
Seein' Gizzle in that Rover (waaah)
Had to cut my right hand off
Shit was almost suicide, niggas on that grimy shit
I was on that loyal side, was plottin' just to murder shit
While I'm on the Money$ide, niggas never heard of me
He jump claimin' Money$ide? (What?)
Niggas started threatenin' me
Showed them that I'm still outside (yeah)
Niggas tried to hang with me
They found out that my cousin died, Travain buried with my momma
How you niggas thought I lied? Bitch, I'm reppin' how I'm steppin
Stay in motion, ocean tides
With some old stand-up niggas
I ain't talkin' Richard Pryor, Glock, ARP with me
And Tito, Kee, that's starting' five, f*ck bitches in Airbnb's
They thinkin' soul ties, I'm a demon in the sheets
I'm Incubus in ho's eyes
Draw that four like Uno
We got aims like Marrero, bullets turn a nigga tender
Rasing Cane's, get the combo
Uptown nigga, I'm a honcho, big shots only, no pineapple
Bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm Rambo, I ain't runnin' out of ammo
Up in camo,
Move the f*ck around
You wasn't sleepin' on that sofa, eatin' Mama noodles, daily with no bread and just a toaster
Momma walkin' with a Save-A-Center basket down on Laurel
Niggas in the hood, they run they mouths, just like a motor
Bullets comin' flamin' hot (boaw! Boaw!)
Knock that chip clean off your shoulder
Potnas scrapin' up the pot, Pyrex, a box of baking soda (woo)
Had dreams of f*ckin' bitches in the Wraith and then I ghost them
Bitch, I don't need my flowers, spread them days just like some pollen, bitch
Yeah, f*ck with me ya heard me
The Money$ide
You already know what it's hittin' for
And shouts out to my dawg Kee and Teito
Them some real Hounds, you understand me?
And we gettin' it in like this yeuh, you know what I'm talkin' about
It's real outchea, I'm Ziggler the motherf*ckin' Wiggler
My dawg say, "Ziggy, I need you", I say, "oh boy, you got me", believe that dea
Gudda Chyld, nigga, don't forget that name, nigga
You know what it's hittin' for
Chyld's Play, Ziggler the motherf*ckin' Wiggler
And we gon' play some shit with your motherf*ckin' ass
Like we doin' Chucky on y'all shit, you understand me?
Oh boy, believe that dea
And I'm out
Writer: DeJean Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid