Choclair - Skunk (feat. Kurupt) Lyrics
f/ Kurupt* send corrections to the typist[Intro]Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk[Choclair]Floatin like.. a mile highYeah, smoking treesDo what chu want, when you be under the skunk[Choclair]See, while you niggas flop ya gumsI hop on the the Doogotty, pull back on the throttle catwalk down YoungeThink I, crash and burn?Looked on the ground, skid marks way out in a juked up swerveIt's rock, 360 wheel back, 180 lift dust that I dever reach you can't getTell you worldwide, it's T dot cityDon't bling like he but the thick hang heavyLambed out in the all black ChevySleek and stack - you can't see thatPhantom menace, a feather in your presenceAnd deprive your high rise, baby girl, and ya get it[Kurupt]Niggas try to bomb our Trade CenterYou mother*****ing *****-ass niggasCalculate, calculative, interventionWith a pistol in position to start thumping allAll the homies on the streets start pumping allFill up the streets with sherm and heatMake 'em wiggle like worms, lift niggas out of they seatShift 'em chest to feet, Canada, West to EastCalicos might spread lead start ricocheting head to headI'm Kurupt Young Gotti *****, heard what I said?Yeah *****, eat a dick instead[Chorus]Get ya Pesos, take fallacio then slide(Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk)That's rightGet ya Pesos, take fallacio then slide(Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk)That's rightElevate yo, peeps to know with this chi'(Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk)That's right[Kurupt]Bouncin, movin, rockin, shakin (That's right)[Choclair]It's just 'Nock, and K-U-R-U-P-T and...On this lyrical high, and moving to the music(When you be under the skunk)Choclair got ya high, and Young Gotti, and...Don't bounce unless you can put it together(And moving to the music, under the skunk)[Choclair]See, redline and clutch push to the floorPistons doin like they grill you no moreLadies on the back of the floorThinkin I'm gon kick it to 6, switch lanes drop it down into 4Meaning, all y'all comin of the ballsT dot comin suave for y'allKurupt spark the blunt for y'allWhile all y'all balls be sleepin when the radio be playing your songSee, can't help with that Suave DawgI, I be when they wanna follow this stallyI switched they whole game so the whole time they be following the same damn treeConfused?People tried to flop on meThirty days Gold, "Ice Cold" (What?)Yo, y'all know who's, reppin T dotWhen you see Choclair say "What up, Chizznock?"[Interlude: Kurupt]Get up fast, touch your assTo hit some ass, so quick and so fastRidin slow, rock and moveTwo shot's of Hennesey, that's the remedyMovin, smashin, smashin streets, streetsNigga bouncin, movin, rockin, shakin[Kurupt]Hun, niggas tried to rob my niggaTwo semi's change is mine, my niggaConcentrate, 38 intervisionWith pistols in position take flight like fishingMurder red ripples, then all cripple***** around and leave niggas crippleChip a nigga mother*****ing shoe with the full wind nickelChrome nickel soar, like mockingbirdsMocking my words, might chip niggas like Titanic chip IcebergsComing through on perv, dip, swerveNiggas got the nerve, niggas try and serveSwing like pendulums, perfect aimSeparate, poetical purple rainDetonate, you niggas little as Eddie KainNigga, I me on Paul be on Hussein, mother*****er[Chorus]
