Originoo Gunn Clapazz - Blah Lyrics
Im a professionalIm a professionalIm a professional...[top dog]You must be blind and deafTo think that you can testOriginoo gunn clappz 2 to yo chest(pumm! pumm!)May the buddha bless you where they rest youUnderground, where you hear the soundBucktown!Home where we roamPack mad chromeSo niggas watch your dome-pieceOr you just might just catch 2 shots to your mother*****in headBatty bwoy gwan dead[ruck]Time for some actionDick in yo mouth satisfactionI pull it out you breathe again like toni braxtonIm askin niggas, but Im blastin niggasYo we pass dem niggas, so the ruck just laugh at niggasMy mind ills off rhyme skills and nine millsSo Ill drill styles that keep the mine filledBlunts get smoked and chumps get chokedWhen they try to quote the notes that b-i-g ruck wroteSo ah make way for the master blasterWho blast past bastards, cuz my shits mastered,uhChorus:Blah! like thisBlah! like thatThe heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappazBlah! like thisBlah! like thatThe heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappazBlah! like thisBlah! like thatThe heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz[louieville sluggah]Well its the louieville sluggah mother*****aStraight outta bucktown!Word to mother, shit is real *****in with this crowdTimes is hard, niggas do need a bodyguardTo block the body scars, bootcamp always stand in chargeI brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger niggasAll them bigger niggas scared to death of all us little niggasAnd smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our backsSo nigga grab ya gat, cuz you could catch a head clapSlap the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya faceOr catch 2 strays straight to ya faceYou punk *****, yous a rookieIma play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so push meIll stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front toothThe truth you shoulda let loose(chorus)[rock]Ayo, go get your boysTell em bring the noise if ya want want it(***** dem niggas!)Try and run up on this nigga that stay bluntedThat nigga rock still livin illI will kill at willAnd fill you up from yo gut to yo grill(tell em sam, tell em sam)Nah, man that be my grandpopsI slam cops for glocksAnd buck shots all over your blockI cant believe there really be non-believersWho wanna see the rock give em growing pains like mike seaver(nah mean)Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the originoo gunn clappazSo act up, we strapped(what!)Boot camps thick in this *****Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff shit[starang]Niggas get crushed into dust, they can feel the wrath plus***** around and get that ass bustStandin in the back ya wondered and ya frightened*****in with the starang ya face the thunder and the lightninAwesome, tossin niggas like steve austinNiggas get baked like beans thats straight from bostonAnd my glocks make shit hot, cops getMore nervous than thursdays on the boxAnd every now and then a sucka trys to attackHeltah skeltah plays the front, gunn clappaz in the backSo act, like you want the mac to ya grillEmbrace my face its kill or be killed(chorus)Like this like this like this like this like this like thatIts the heltah skeltah gunn clappazBlah this, blah that, like this like that...
