Horseshoe G.A.N.G. - Where Ya Barz At Lyrics
[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]I'm prone to trip on the mic, I need a cordlessWhen we perfoAnnotatermin' even Steven Morris see that we enormousMy speech is diseased what I speak is morbidI'm a good look, on other artist's songs every feature's gorgeousHeed my warning, I got time to kill, I kill daylightCome after noon and have the evening mourningYour flow don't move, what you speak is dormantI make a listener witness me go in, now he's a door manCall me L-U-C-I- stop... A-N-O- spray the fo', three guys, dropMy money stretch long like knee-high socksNo coconut vodka, but you see I rockA peaceful dude but a fighter, Gandhi combined with RockyA peaceful dude, a fighter, Elijah Muhammad AliPop the tommy gun then ditch the Tommy, Nicole KidmanI'll get rich or die tryin' to get yo riches[Hook]You niggas hollerin' 'bout the product you move, and the Glocks you useAnd the broads you screw, ***** that my nigga tell me where ya barz at?Uh, my nigga tell me where ya barz at?You niggas hollerin' 'bout you bought a ratchetAnd your broad is mad sickWe got all of that shit, ***** thatMy nigga tell me where your barz at?Uh, my nigga tell me where your barz at?Chyeah, holla at her[Verse 2: Kenny Siegel]***** those ramblin', they must want bandagesI'm rough, so scandalous I leave 'em with a *****ed up noseScuffed clothes, cuts, plus bone damagesAnd puff on Cannabis, til' I'm up on CanopusIncase you ain't up on Canopus, that's the second brightest starI'll give you gold every second, by the barAnd that's where you should be, call you bartendersCause your bars tender, you're soft musicallyNext on your itinerary is the cemeteryCause I'm finna bury you, finna scurry, you feelin' scary?I'm into Lori you into Larry you niggas fairyCall you Tinkerbell yeah you little *****es and little womenAll you sweet as hell like you Ben and Jerry, you feelin' dairy?Well I'm about my cheese as well as if I'm fillin' belliesIf you don't think that we the sickest with bars, let me be the firstTo change your heart then call me Christiaan Barnard[Hook][Verse 3: Dice Dinero]The streets is hella cold but nigga that's what the burner's forA nigga be kickin' styles that you mother*****ers ain't heard beforeI'm all about confrontation, drama, beef, nigga murder, warLeave you lyin' stiff in your house I turn you to furnitureI send you to purga-tor-y, now you Hell boundI kill everything that move, even stand up dudes fell downA nigga don't need to bond with you, I'm not trynna spell boundMy gun is my friend, it's magic'll leave you spellboundChyeah, I'm a boss touchin' more paper than a mail boxBut I still rob you, take your luggage like a bell hopI keep it real, straight up and down, ***** you clownsI'm trynna ***** a round ass, but I don't ***** aroundYou suckers runnin' your mouth I gotta uppercut that'll muffle soundInstead of you throwin' a punch you should be throwin' in a *****in' towelPow pow, this pistol shootin' makin' your brain reclineYou better play like you in the DMV and stay in line[Hook][Verse 4: Demetrius Capone]***** a pen and pencil I printed symbols on Egyptian templesMix it with a mental conniption and I'm skitzin' on instrumentalsGifted, but Cryptic spittles, a riddle within a riddleThen I'm givin' you the middle digit, my lyrics are beneficialMy lyrics been official, air tight seal-ablesThis is how I make it rain, air strike killin' youThis ain't a fair fight, this is a mare nightThis terror might, scissor you parasitesLike a pair of dykes tend to doOn some slave shit, I whip a nigga goodDon't get it twisted cause I whip a whipper goodI'm like a nigga that's finna get intimate, but he impotentWith the limpest dick and he wishin' that he couldJust pitch a tent, I wish a nigga wouldWho wanna lock horns?I send your soul on a train to hellCause I'm the -elius, like Don CornMamba, cold blooded as Kobe BryantKidnap your kid, and send that nigga to Kony's island[Hook]
