Sickkaluffa
Title | Sickkaluffa |
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Artist | 3X Krazy |
Album | Stackin Chips |
Release Date | 1997-04-08 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | Sickkaaa lufffaa, Sickkaaa lufffaa Sickkaaa lufffaa, 3xKrazy's gonna buck it [Verse 1: Agerman] Drinkin' on a 4-0 ounce of malt liquor, Lex coupe quicker Five-O'n the back of my ride, think I'm hot, checkin' my plates and sticker But if they don't ride paaast me Lil voice in my head say hit the gas G, go fastly, through the back streets Through the cuts 'n trusts of East Oakland You see pimpin' and ho-in' L-E-O got the dank smokin' These pigs on the back of my Lex ain't knowin' The way my style it just flexes flowin', I guess I came up Charlie Cause they rolled past and I kept ridin' bumpin' Bob Marley To the shop to get my top drop Pioneer stereo incredible knock You could here me comin' all the way up the block Cocaine like sittin' on thangs with shocks With a Glock, man I be hittin' yo' block Packin' heat like Rambo folds the channel Strapped with a gat that's packed with ammo Never pretendo, break down indo Throw the 'bacco out the window Flowamatically countin' c-notes Automatically countin' people Hit 'em up, get 'em all bumped or zig 'em up Bust some shots, those that rig 'em up Fill 'em up wid a hollow tip Till they can't feel shit Man I'm so sick You might also like[Hook] [Verse 2: Bart] It could be so artificial, just like a pot of artichokes Choke in yo' throat, before you get smoked by my Fo' Fo' Hollow point yo' 0's and families but casualties Began the murder show, was on Had it been my four percenters I load one in Provoking ya whole set with mess So scandalous that yo' homies didn't do shit Blow his candle, look could ya handle this Nigga at one four five Lyrical dip 'em in chemicals and bury ya minerals half alive Energized by naked lies, they all spat between feuds These niggas be payin' they dues But some fake and be rollin' in crews So I stack 'em and stick 'em in tubes Like bullets in clips in my Lu-ger Let the bodies be viewed So their families can pick and choose At the house with a strap and a bottle of booze Intention to get my cash on Extension yet still I'm blastin 'em with the 44 mag-a-num Yo who was out there draggin' 'em? I don't know, he was supposed to go It's crazy mothafuckas in the "O" [Hook] [Verse 3: Keak da Sneak] Strapped, with a tech and a chop, to the nutty block to get a dub Cause Furley Marcus and my nigga Del got love For yo nigga named Sneak, cause I beez Servin' off ridin' with ease, feelin' the breeze 25 for sacks of 3's, Hennessy and squeeze Not thinking about 5-0 and freaks, cause I be G's And don't like my dick to be teased, bitch on yo' knees The F to the L-O type speakin' never said please Slappin' 'em silly, and not a gentleman like Willie, sockin' a ho Buckin' at her nigga with my fully, the shit goes down, like a 7-4 in the "O" Now u know that fat Fo' Fo' buckin' fast not slow Caught one in the chest and hit the flo' Disgrace, unload on yo' face, with the clenched fist, Hennessy sippin' gradually And thinking about a casualty That kill or die mentality in me and comin' naturally Turn yo' day into a tragedy Buck up and watch him drop with the gravity Had to be a 3 time flow 9, brutalized mind Naked in a shrine off a jug of Rhine And can't even walk a straight line Doin' the shit, pullin' licks on lit Cause these 3 mothafuckas from the town, is comin' with that crazy shit [Hook] |