Popa Wu - Sundown Lyrics
[intro: shacronz]Yo, whats up?The ***** is the deal?Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahShacronz, the high juanWith my affiliates, u.k.All day, and yall *****ed up nowWhat? what? yo, yo..[chorus 2x: shacronz]When the sundownClear the court, I got my guns nowAll yall tough niggaz run now[i born]Eh yo.. its the i, mic murder first degreeNo doubt no pressure, where beef? first thats freeHad a punk pay the certain seedBts had me on freeze, where they wear sheetsOn concretes, harm fleets, wise generals retreatOn reach, peace, where the each is ownIts in eats in homes, thief will flyBeast with chrome, top rated, billy platedShaded, throw it up nigga, run it, give it up niggaTrigger anthems, stay jig inhalin, die scramblinCannon of the mobster, that phantom that got yaSet up, chop they necks, swordll keep they head upThem vexed where its freedom, in death get yo head up[freemurder]Free no rep, snitches get they wig tore backWhy you tellin me and I already know that?Fast frame dude like kodakShowin em, where the coke atPump wiz whos nose that blow crackGot up and got the dough backSee no plaques, niggaz see the 16s and hold thatFlip c.r.e.a.m. and blow that, flip trees and blow thatLil free squeeze with ease and you know that[chorus 2x][jet black]Im on some new shit, click do hits to keep the crew richFly dude that move bricks, cruisin in new whipsChicks watch the juice drip, shines keep you hypnotizedIllegal enterprise, playin pies, only my clickll riseTo the top of new york with cronz poppin the corkOn the don, mob got it locked in the fortCops I extort, crew pack nothin less than two gats (ya heard? )I move crack to stat, loop my troup to shoot backChicks say who dat? , fly don ya got ya eyes onTy-jigs, shacronz, spray it like dry lawnClaracuzo, last long, marry a fuzzoMarried to the mob, my broad carry a uz-oHoes in parasucos, dough long like my new poleTrue cold lows, froze with bloody loopholesBlow mackin noodles, pop the mack double unoToss like hugo, floss numero uno[shacronz]Yo, whats up now? niggaz aint got yall guns nowYall dont seem so tough nowCronz spit, yall nerds ***** with the wrong clickPack long shit, liquor and c.r.e.a.m., check out my teamHilfiger jeans, this ice shirt, this ***** in the seamAss show, chickens grab me, jumpin out of lincoln mabbysIn front of nail salons, cats hail the donI ***** *****es pale, blonde, frail or longMy comrades get hailed and shownedBailbond, nice royce, course, hail stormsTrash dances instead of jungle weedIn the jungle we, bubble keysIn the bubble jeep, s3, team all plunky with easeWe on some snake shit, hungry to squeezeYou dont need no gun and cheese[chorus 4x][outro: shacronz]What? all yall faggot mother*****ersHa, shit is real in the battlefieldWhat? u.k., 10th chamberFor real, shacronz, billy boxTy-jigs, the emperorLil free, f-r-double eThe gods, same thangHow we movin? (u.k.)U.k., u.k., u.k.
