City Morgue, ZillaKami, SosMula — Sk8 Head
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Ayy, yeah, ayy (Ayy)
Yeah, uh, ayy (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy (Ayy)
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, ho (Ayy, ayy), what’s up? (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, ho (Ayy, ayy), what’s up? (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, ho (Ayy, ayy), what’s up? (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, ho (Ayy, ayy), what’s up? (Ayy)
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared
I’ll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? Who cares?
We’ll leave it at that, motherfucker, say your prayers (Mula)
Cooler than the new freezer, got my new heater (Blaow)
Lil’ bitch, I’m the school ****, you the school teacher (Fuck outta here)
Lamborghini, it’s a two-seater, fuck your new Beamer (Skrrt)
Pourin’ up in the two-liter (Work), pop a blue demon (Mula)
Need my watch overflooded and my Glock Cobra-custom (Blaow)
Look, it’s not no discussion (Fuck outta here), leave your top on concussion (Grrah)
Don’t get shot over nothin’ (Bitch), got the pot overflooded (Work)
Work bustin’ out the boat like it’s pots, soda bubblin’ (Mula)
Go ‘head and spill the beans (Work), see, my dope be killin’ fiends (Work)
Stretch the work like limousines (Work), 30 with the infra beam (Blaow)
And my bitch from Philippines (Splash), pussy fresh like Listerine (Splash)
Wash the money, Mr. Clean (Work), PCP and nicotine (Mula)
Bitch, I’m Sleezy, I’m Big Sleeze (Ewok), it’s big B’s
Don’t you play me, fucking crazy, but bitch, please (Fuck outta here)
Gon’ turn your lady and your baby to Swiss cheese (Grrah)
We on that fuck shit (Blaow), I’ll shit-bag your stomach (Mula)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared
I’ll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? Who cares?
We’ll leave it at that, motherfucker, say your prayers (Yeah)
(Ayy, fuck that) We was in the trenches with the bitch
So getting fucked up with the pit, mobbin’ down with Triple 6
(Ayy, fuck that) Fuck the opposition, fuck your kids
Fuck your gang and fuck your friends and any shit you niggas in
Ayy, I got soldiers who sendin’ souls up and doin’ hold-ups (Okay)
Zilla, the head-splitter, the king cobra (Okay)
I told ya, shoulda went to the store for pneumonia
Mask, gloves, beggars, oh fuck… (What’s up?) shit
Slump in the cut, put that Glock in yo’ stomach, bitch
Talk all that talk, be the cause of concussion, bitch
Bow down ‘fore you on the news like yo’ cousin
Bow down, nigga, ain’t no peace, no discussion
Yeah, ho (Ayy, ayy), what’s up? (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, ho (Ayy, ayy), what’s up? (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, ho (Ayy, ayy), what’s up? (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, ho (Ayy, ayy), what’s up? (Ayy)
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared
I’ll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? Who cares?
We’ll leave it at that, motherfucker, say your prayers
