Horseshoe G.A.N.G. - Chillin' With My Noccas Lyrics
[Hook: Kenny Siegel]Wh-wh-what's the word yo?Me and my posse thicker than a fur coat (thicker than a fur coat)Deeper than ya birds throatNerds know, we don't ***** with them from the word goChillin' with my noccas, chillin' with my noccasI be chillin' with my noccas, chillin' with my noccasFind me chillin' with my noccas, chillin' with my noccasProbably (smoking on some purp or sipping on some vodka)[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]Damn! I be chillin' like a muh, chillin' chillin' like a muh*****aWhat the ***** is up?Damn! I'mma feel on little momma laying on them tits I bought herI'm just chillin' with my noccas, ughMe and nachos chillin', when I'm willin' ain't got no ceilin'In these streets, we retarded like filling a pot hole listenIf you feelin' so macho nigga, then I'm willin' to squash yo melonCause I'm feeling soprano, killin' ya pronto, wishin' that God forgive himC and the O.B, chillin' like Craig and SmokeyI'm Thor's younger brother, in other words I said I'm LokiBut don't make me turn into Deebo, what you got on my 40 homieYa dead homie's on my 40. BLAOW! Cause he ran up on me[Verse 2: Julius Luciano]I be chillin' with my noccas, spendin' all this guap upStackin' C notes high, call them high notes, operaYeah I'm chillin' with my noccas, sippin' all this vodkaWith a chick from New York, I play in her garden, yeah nigga watch herAnd we party hard, bringin down the house no Steve MartinI'm charged up, couldn't bring my charge down with a plea bargainWhen that beef starting, better keep walkingI'mma squeeze larkins', have the heat barkin'I'll split ya crown blaow, sit you down, Steven HawkingHold up! You just a towel boy, I'm playin' in the gameMe and my dudes wild boys, word to MGKYou wanna live it up? Hang around my peoplesHit the club all the drinks on the house like shingles[Hook][Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]I be chillin' with my noccas, chillin' chillin' with my noccasYou niggas ain't real, you be chillin' with them coppersI be grippin' on my chopper while I'm hanging like a chandelierColt 45, open your lid like a can of beerYeah we all about cheese, right? Blow a green no weed pipePosted up like a street light, in LB with that beach likeI stay with a chick that give me brains, no probHer head game dope, I call that a blow jobWhen I'm in the booth my nigga, I'm on my U-Gang shitRun all over the track like Bolt, I'm on my Usain shit***** whoever you came with, I'm chillin' with my noccasYou got a prob, I'll bring the beef to ya jaw, no potluck[Verse 4: Kenny Siegel]I *****s with my COBstas, my COBians, my COBosWe get this shit started like keys to an autoSsuutt ssuutt! C-O *****ing B that's the mottoI eat with my noccas, get cheese with my nachosWe don't ***** with lames, that's the known ruleLike cows birthin' daughters we ain't having no bullChicks wanna wear my chain, they all on my sackThey wanna pick my brain they be askin' for jewelsH-Gang, ***** you think you playin with?Even when you use the word manure you ain't sayin' shitI be chillin', feelin' Mary J-uannaSo much I wanna, marry a J, I'm gonna[Hook][Outro]This how we do shitWe on some new shitThis Horseshoe my noccaWe on some shoe shitThis 'how we do shitWe gettin loot *****This 'COB my noccaWe on some crew shit
