Gangsters bangin, nuts straight hanging
Chillen in the allyway, signs straight beemin
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your mutha f*cken melon busted for a stare
Luv pumpin through the heart, flowin through the veins
Pop a mutha f*cka like it aint no thang
Blood shoot eyes from pufin on the bud
Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
Roamin through the hood top cut down
Car packed so full it's f*cken on the ground
Max with the homies spitten on the hoes
Stop in the store for a cold 4-0
Grabbin on your balls, straight slanging stalls
F*ck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home
Check my neck and I got yours
Cuz roll with yourself and keep that clown luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [2x]
Hey homes what set your clame?
I'm in the rhymin game, wicked Clown Banging
I'm just a mutha f*cka thats down for the cause
You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv
Put 'em up, throw 'em up
Let me see them mutha f*ckas
Flip 'em up, flip 'em down, flip 'em around
Mutha f*ckas mind all warped
From breathin all the smog
I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog
Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck
The mutha f*ckas missed it's time to shoot 'em up
Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close
Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost
If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig
F*ck that shit cuz were I live
My boys got my neck and I got theirs
Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch
Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [2x]
Hey what the f*ck you lookin at man
My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand?
Well here go ahead, take a closer look
Thanx for the wallet bitch
Give me them duckets, mutha f*cken child
To buys doing other things like hangin with my mob
Crew got my neck, well push come to shove
Never sell out yourself, and keep that Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [repeating]
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Gangsters bangin, nuts straight hanging
Chillen in the allyway, signs straight beemin
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your mutha f*cken melon busted for a stare
Luv pumpin through the heart, flowin through the veins
Pop a mutha f*cka like it aint no thang
Blood shoot eyes from pufin on the bud
Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
Roamin through the hood top cut down
Car packed so full it's f*cken on the ground
Max with the homies spitten on the hoes
Stop in the store for a cold 4-0
Grabbin on your balls, straight slanging stalls
F*ck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home
Check my neck and I got yours
Cuz roll with yourself and keep that clown luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [2x]
Hey homes what set your clame?
I'm in the rhymin game, wicked Clown Banging
I'm just a mutha f*cka thats down for the cause
You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv
Put 'em up, throw 'em up
Let me see them mutha f*ckas
Flip 'em up, flip 'em down, flip 'em around
Mutha f*ckas mind all warped
From breathin all the smog
I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog
Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck
The mutha f*ckas missed it's time to shoot 'em up
Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close
Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost
If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig
F*ck that shit cuz were I live
My boys got my neck and I got theirs
Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch
Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [2x]
Hey what the f*ck you lookin at man
My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand?
Well here go ahead, take a closer look
Thanx for the wallet bitch
Give me them duckets, mutha f*cken child
To buys doing other things like hangin with my mob
Crew got my neck, well push come to shove
Never sell out yourself, and keep that Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [repeating]
Chillen in the allyway, signs straight beemin
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your mutha f*cken melon busted for a stare
Luv pumpin through the heart, flowin through the veins
Pop a mutha f*cka like it aint no thang
Blood shoot eyes from pufin on the bud
Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
Roamin through the hood top cut down
Car packed so full it's f*cken on the ground
Max with the homies spitten on the hoes
Stop in the store for a cold 4-0
Grabbin on your balls, straight slanging stalls
F*ck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home
Check my neck and I got yours
Cuz roll with yourself and keep that clown luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [2x]
Hey homes what set your clame?
I'm in the rhymin game, wicked Clown Banging
I'm just a mutha f*cka thats down for the cause
You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv
Put 'em up, throw 'em up
Let me see them mutha f*ckas
Flip 'em up, flip 'em down, flip 'em around
Mutha f*ckas mind all warped
From breathin all the smog
I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog
Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck
The mutha f*ckas missed it's time to shoot 'em up
Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close
Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost
If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig
F*ck that shit cuz were I live
My boys got my neck and I got theirs
Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch
Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [2x]
Hey what the f*ck you lookin at man
My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand?
Well here go ahead, take a closer look
Thanx for the wallet bitch
Give me them duckets, mutha f*cken child
To buys doing other things like hangin with my mob
Crew got my neck, well push come to shove
Never sell out yourself, and keep that Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [repeating]
Writer: JOSEPH BRUCE, MIKE E. CLARK
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group