[Verse 1]
Now its time for me to put it down
Knightowl from the wildtime crazyiez
A hootie bar's bangin so the rest ain't hangin
I'm bring drama to the streets of southern cali
So I'ma drop this track and bring to you grand finale
Low Pro f*ckin gangsters
Foo I've never seen one
Sony your ain't nothin but then a motherf*ckin phony
Now your talkin about the things you make and brag the shit you do
Royal tits and I gotta say is f*ck you
You ain't a G you've always wanted to be like me
Did you forget you've always begged the knightowl 'would you write some lyrics for me'
I've never done tracks with fool'z that act like royal
I've got my own fans so f*ck your's I gotta stay loyal
Cause I gotta keep it true for all my soldiers dressed in blue
For those that haven't got a clue
The scandelous shit you do
Now who'll be hardest f*ckin artist living life the largest
And sure f*ckin you and what you claim to be the smartest
[Chorus]
Why did you f*ck around with me(Why Did you f*ck around)
You ain't about shit you want to meet your clip
And step to the man with the gun in his hand
Why did your f*ck around wit me(Why did you f*ck around motherf*cker)
F*ck Royal T and whatever he stands for
F*ck Low Pro and the rest of the bascals
[Verse 2]
And I'ma let the audience listen
Its too late for you to be ass kissing
You'se a f*cking bitch..royal t
Yes that who I'm dissin
You wanted to f*ckin battle
I'll round that ass like cattle
You stole f*ckin songs from seldom,slush and shadow
Talking about the mayhem clique
Bitch don't exist
You got on my f*ckin bad side why you throw up that westside
You ain't down wth the 1..3 puto
You claim to get down posse
And why you talking loud talking bout your brown and proud
And everywhere you go
You take your motherf*ckin hoe
Because your own f*ckin artist had your wife giving them blows
That's a fact...and you know that
Now remember arizona when you raped that little girl by promising her the world
You ain't nothing but then a chester
Out of town your a molester
Had long hair like a bitch
Now you bald like uncle fester
F*ck you royal bring it
What you think your gonna f*ckin handle
Gangster raps most notorious motherf*ckin vandel
[Chorus]
Why did you f*ck around with me(Why Did you f*ck around)
You ain't about shit you want to meet your clip
And step to the man with the gun in his hand
Why did your f*ck around wit me(Why did you f*ck around motherf*cker)
F*ck royal t and whatever he stands for
F*ck low pro and the rest of the bascals
[Verse 3]
You like to yap you always open your f*cking mouth
You best to keep it shut or become the next I'm f*ckin up
Did you forget the times when you were growing up
Dressed in red looking like santa
Now your shooting porno-rama
What the f*ck you doing in your 6'5 foot fagget
You want some of this
Come step you'll never get respect
You've always been a bitch ever since the first day that I met you
Fool for what happened in brolley
Yous was running like a trolley
You was f*ckin nervous
Talking bout I don't deserve this
But I don't give a f*ck I'ma bring hostile disturbance
Cause I'm sick up in the game
Maintain to be the dopest
I'm the motherf*ckin locest
Royal t your f*ckin hopeless
You style'z f*ckin pathetic
Fat pig your f*ckin diabetic
If I catch that ass slipin
Best to call a paramedic
Motherf*cker you'se a lop
Probably the type who calls the cops
You've never been a gangster
On the streets you get no propz.
[Chorus]
Why did you f*ck around with me(Why Did you f*ck around)
You ain't about shit you want to meet your clip
And step to the man with the gun in his hand
Why did your f*ck around wit me(Why did you f*ck around motherf*cker)
F*ck Royal T and whatever he stands for
F*ck Low Pro and the rest of the bascals
[Outro]
Yeah keep talking motherf*cker run them lips all over the place the way you
Doing ha..talking bout me up in L.A..
In San Diego..motherf*cker you ain't able to f*ck wit me you ain't nothing
Then a bitch you ain't never been a..
Gangster ..so what ha..all of a sudden you grew some f*cking nuts? talking
All that shit..f*ck you fool..
You still the same bitch I knew when I met you the first day I f*ckin saw
You.. remember haha..when I f*ckin put a blade..
To you up in brolley..f*ck you ha.. you f*ckin santa clause lookin
Bitch..you ain't nothing foo..bring the drama..
F*ck you,your dad and your mama..that right..this is
Knightowl..wildtown..crazyie for life you fat bitch!
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[Verse 1]
Now its time for me to put it down
Knightowl from the wildtime crazyiez
A hootie bar's bangin so the rest ain't hangin
I'm bring drama to the streets of southern cali
So I'ma drop this track and bring to you grand finale
Low Pro f*ckin gangsters
Foo I've never seen one
Sony your ain't nothin but then a motherf*ckin phony
Now your talkin about the things you make and brag the shit you do
Royal tits and I gotta say is f*ck you
You ain't a G you've always wanted to be like me
Did you forget you've always begged the knightowl 'would you write some lyrics for me'
I've never done tracks with fool'z that act like royal
I've got my own fans so f*ck your's I gotta stay loyal
Cause I gotta keep it true for all my soldiers dressed in blue
For those that haven't got a clue
The scandelous shit you do
Now who'll be hardest f*ckin artist living life the largest
And sure f*ckin you and what you claim to be the smartest
[Chorus]
Why did you f*ck around with me(Why Did you f*ck around)
You ain't about shit you want to meet your clip
And step to the man with the gun in his hand
Why did your f*ck around wit me(Why did you f*ck around motherf*cker)
F*ck Royal T and whatever he stands for
F*ck Low Pro and the rest of the bascals
[Verse 2]
And I'ma let the audience listen
Its too late for you to be ass kissing
You'se a f*cking bitch..royal t
Yes that who I'm dissin
You wanted to f*ckin battle
I'll round that ass like cattle
You stole f*ckin songs from seldom,slush and shadow
Talking about the mayhem clique
Bitch don't exist
You got on my f*ckin bad side why you throw up that westside
You ain't down wth the 1..3 puto
You claim to get down posse
And why you talking loud talking bout your brown and proud
And everywhere you go
You take your motherf*ckin hoe
Because your own f*ckin artist had your wife giving them blows
That's a fact...and you know that
Now remember arizona when you raped that little girl by promising her the world
You ain't nothing but then a chester
Out of town your a molester
Had long hair like a bitch
Now you bald like uncle fester
F*ck you royal bring it
What you think your gonna f*ckin handle
Gangster raps most notorious motherf*ckin vandel
[Chorus]
Why did you f*ck around with me(Why Did you f*ck around)
You ain't about shit you want to meet your clip
And step to the man with the gun in his hand
Why did your f*ck around wit me(Why did you f*ck around motherf*cker)
F*ck royal t and whatever he stands for
F*ck low pro and the rest of the bascals
[Verse 3]
You like to yap you always open your f*cking mouth
You best to keep it shut or become the next I'm f*ckin up
Did you forget the times when you were growing up
Dressed in red looking like santa
Now your shooting porno-rama
What the f*ck you doing in your 6'5 foot fagget
You want some of this
Come step you'll never get respect
You've always been a bitch ever since the first day that I met you
Fool for what happened in brolley
Yous was running like a trolley
You was f*ckin nervous
Talking bout I don't deserve this
But I don't give a f*ck I'ma bring hostile disturbance
Cause I'm sick up in the game
Maintain to be the dopest
I'm the motherf*ckin locest
Royal t your f*ckin hopeless
You style'z f*ckin pathetic
Fat pig your f*ckin diabetic
If I catch that ass slipin
Best to call a paramedic
Motherf*cker you'se a lop
Probably the type who calls the cops
You've never been a gangster
On the streets you get no propz.
[Chorus]
Why did you f*ck around with me(Why Did you f*ck around)
You ain't about shit you want to meet your clip
And step to the man with the gun in his hand
Why did your f*ck around wit me(Why did you f*ck around motherf*cker)
F*ck Royal T and whatever he stands for
F*ck Low Pro and the rest of the bascals
[Outro]
Yeah keep talking motherf*cker run them lips all over the place the way you
Doing ha..talking bout me up in L.A..
In San Diego..motherf*cker you ain't able to f*ck wit me you ain't nothing
Then a bitch you ain't never been a..
Gangster ..so what ha..all of a sudden you grew some f*cking nuts? talking
All that shit..f*ck you fool..
You still the same bitch I knew when I met you the first day I f*ckin saw
You.. remember haha..when I f*ckin put a blade..
To you up in brolley..f*ck you ha.. you f*ckin santa clause lookin
Bitch..you ain't nothing foo..bring the drama..
F*ck you,your dad and your mama..that right..this is
Knightowl..wildtown..crazyie for life you fat bitch!
Now its time for me to put it down
Knightowl from the wildtime crazyiez
A hootie bar's bangin so the rest ain't hangin
I'm bring drama to the streets of southern cali
So I'ma drop this track and bring to you grand finale
Low Pro f*ckin gangsters
Foo I've never seen one
Sony your ain't nothin but then a motherf*ckin phony
Now your talkin about the things you make and brag the shit you do
Royal tits and I gotta say is f*ck you
You ain't a G you've always wanted to be like me
Did you forget you've always begged the knightowl 'would you write some lyrics for me'
I've never done tracks with fool'z that act like royal
I've got my own fans so f*ck your's I gotta stay loyal
Cause I gotta keep it true for all my soldiers dressed in blue
For those that haven't got a clue
The scandelous shit you do
Now who'll be hardest f*ckin artist living life the largest
And sure f*ckin you and what you claim to be the smartest
[Chorus]
Why did you f*ck around with me(Why Did you f*ck around)
You ain't about shit you want to meet your clip
And step to the man with the gun in his hand
Why did your f*ck around wit me(Why did you f*ck around motherf*cker)
F*ck Royal T and whatever he stands for
F*ck Low Pro and the rest of the bascals
[Verse 2]
And I'ma let the audience listen
Its too late for you to be ass kissing
You'se a f*cking bitch..royal t
Yes that who I'm dissin
You wanted to f*ckin battle
I'll round that ass like cattle
You stole f*ckin songs from seldom,slush and shadow
Talking about the mayhem clique
Bitch don't exist
You got on my f*ckin bad side why you throw up that westside
You ain't down wth the 1..3 puto
You claim to get down posse
And why you talking loud talking bout your brown and proud
And everywhere you go
You take your motherf*ckin hoe
Because your own f*ckin artist had your wife giving them blows
That's a fact...and you know that
Now remember arizona when you raped that little girl by promising her the world
You ain't nothing but then a chester
Out of town your a molester
Had long hair like a bitch
Now you bald like uncle fester
F*ck you royal bring it
What you think your gonna f*ckin handle
Gangster raps most notorious motherf*ckin vandel
[Chorus]
Why did you f*ck around with me(Why Did you f*ck around)
You ain't about shit you want to meet your clip
And step to the man with the gun in his hand
Why did your f*ck around wit me(Why did you f*ck around motherf*cker)
F*ck royal t and whatever he stands for
F*ck low pro and the rest of the bascals
[Verse 3]
You like to yap you always open your f*cking mouth
You best to keep it shut or become the next I'm f*ckin up
Did you forget the times when you were growing up
Dressed in red looking like santa
Now your shooting porno-rama
What the f*ck you doing in your 6'5 foot fagget
You want some of this
Come step you'll never get respect
You've always been a bitch ever since the first day that I met you
Fool for what happened in brolley
Yous was running like a trolley
You was f*ckin nervous
Talking bout I don't deserve this
But I don't give a f*ck I'ma bring hostile disturbance
Cause I'm sick up in the game
Maintain to be the dopest
I'm the motherf*ckin locest
Royal t your f*ckin hopeless
You style'z f*ckin pathetic
Fat pig your f*ckin diabetic
If I catch that ass slipin
Best to call a paramedic
Motherf*cker you'se a lop
Probably the type who calls the cops
You've never been a gangster
On the streets you get no propz.
[Chorus]
Why did you f*ck around with me(Why Did you f*ck around)
You ain't about shit you want to meet your clip
And step to the man with the gun in his hand
Why did your f*ck around wit me(Why did you f*ck around motherf*cker)
F*ck Royal T and whatever he stands for
F*ck Low Pro and the rest of the bascals
[Outro]
Yeah keep talking motherf*cker run them lips all over the place the way you
Doing ha..talking bout me up in L.A..
In San Diego..motherf*cker you ain't able to f*ck wit me you ain't nothing
Then a bitch you ain't never been a..
Gangster ..so what ha..all of a sudden you grew some f*cking nuts? talking
All that shit..f*ck you fool..
You still the same bitch I knew when I met you the first day I f*ckin saw
You.. remember haha..when I f*ckin put a blade..
To you up in brolley..f*ck you ha.. you f*ckin santa clause lookin
Bitch..you ain't nothing foo..bring the drama..
F*ck you,your dad and your mama..that right..this is
Knightowl..wildtown..crazyie for life you fat bitch!