House Of Krazees - Whatz Ya Pleasure Lyrics
Whatz Ya Pleasure (x9)Niggas die everydaySo I give a *****Bad luckToo bad your *****ing homie got stuckhe was a markPunk ass nigga, what you wanna doTry your luck and you'll sing a dead man's grooveSo smooth that it makes you want to slit your wristsFrom listenin to all that wacked ass bullshitThe groove is potent so you might wanna take a hitOr kickity kick back and listen to the funky shitThat we kick 'cause the cult is on a rollAnd when we stop it, we leavin' with yo' soulkillin' nigga's like a pro 'cause i ain't a hoeon the raezel i packs the mad rollNigga's can't ***** wit tha real shithell naw, keep yo' *****in ears openlisten for hell's callE-X-P the motha *****in' grave digga Wig splittaHolla holla holla ***** ya figureWhatz ya pleasure, I like painPain's my game, I'm insaneCall me deranged, it's all the sameWatch ya body burn, from the flameSmell the smokeRunnin' from the madnessNigga's ain't shit 'cause they all wish they had thisNack for a insanity, still you wanna battle meI'll bag your body up and leave you burried in an alley, g***** this fantasy trip bullshitI'm 'bout to get loose up in that ass, *****House of krazees, three deap for punk hoes the blood flowsStraight out ya ***** nooseTakin' no shorts, in nine trèSo check me, tossin' up threats seeSo punk, respect meLoungin' and maxin', chillin' with an accentNigga's really wonder where a nigga be relaxin'Sixteen back, My last one was off by attack, sonIt's the new hit, Whatz ya pleasureMan, you want someTake a taste, sample this quick If you willDo it, this shit is so potentI'll drive your brain through your nooseYou knew it, know when to say whenSome say that they don't like my spitFrom my lyrics are taggin' ears like a *****, *****My pleasure's yo pleasure, pleasure pain or gainPleasure in my brain and so is the strangeSucka slang, Bodies I creep, shhI gotta get em, gotta get emSleep up under the bed so I can spin 'em, kill 'emMy black boots, strapped to my double one inchI'll stomp yo' ass if you doubt this, trick***** this bullshit, I know you want what I gotI know you want what I getWell let me split my wig, so you can take it, *****Now ya dead 'cause the otha's want my spotYa' fightin' off fiends, screamsAnd Michael Myers on my jockWell well, look at ya shakin, now ya face is now fearin' meI get's too funky, just check the drum beatI'll slash ya monkey, I smell the crazyThey're comin' to take me, and waste me E to the X P B to the I G dash the J,know's of the game we playDirty lead tha way, never say ish can't playThere's no ish, one way, go by the tape, *****Alices and chains for beatin' tha predatorSoul is the asylum, house of krazees is scarin' yaBrotha's livin' on death row life is really real likeHow do ya cope with tha reality's of fright nightIf thatz ya pleasure, if thatz ya pleasureIf thatz ya pleasure then deal wit itWhatz Ya Pleasure (x6)
