Lyrics

Pull up, on the double, these boys want trouble They call me Flintstone, and my homie's born/Barn' Rubble Rebel Devil Chase em' through the ghetto Break these motherfuckers off with just one dedo Metal bracelets, facin' Once, incarceration Aim for the dome, gotta keep my concentration Since elementary It was destined for me To see the penitentiary Late Friday, or was it early Saturday I hit him with the shotty that I bought from Academy Duck for cover, you marked, motherfucker Didn't momma say not to play with niggas from the gutter I smell undercovers I die with my brothers And when I'm on the mic, I represent All colors Last summer I escaped from an asylum You know the three digits, bitch, you better dial 'em No matter where you at, do you represent your city Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Do you take fools out like the homie Frank Nitty Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Did your crib get raided by this little piggy Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Have you ever whooped a nigga til he really look silly Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy I suck the blood like mosquito Facin' Judge Ito Joint in my mouth, lookin' big as a burrito Turnin' ten into twenty Twenty into forty Forty into eighty Everything is gravy Won't you play me in your deck-ah Microphone check-ah Quick to grab a chickenhead, hutch by the neck-ah Double decker Hoes on my Woody Woodpecker Niggas call me cryin', say that I'm a homewrecker Berreta Underneath my Raider sweater Fuck a fine loca by the name of Jueta Stackin' more cheddar, the Speedy Gonzales Smoother than the head of Mister Telly Sevalas Tu sabes, haciendo jales Movin' yabes Order two tacos with the beans and nopales Don't blame us Just because I'm famous And got my middle Finger up your baby mama anus Biotch Do you raise Ben Davis, or do you sag Dickies Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Does your bitch got your name tattooed on her titty Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Do you bump 2Pac, or do you bump Biggie Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Do you sleep with your wife or with a nine milli Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy I got sacks for sale, in the land of hell My enemies don't even get a chance to yell In the black Seville With my man Miguel Little pigs wanna put my fuckin' ass in jail Stack my mail Where the bastards dwell Puffin' on Jane cause that's my gal Never brag or tell But I blast 'em well I shoot more shots than Sam Cassell/can sell Well Pick the chosen, and form an alliance Move in silence and gather loyal clients Corporate giants With street science Cookin' dope on a kitchen appliance Don't try it If you can't keep quiet I put seventeen bullets in your diet Layin' in a puddle cause you hoes wanna rumble SPM like Tarzan King of the jungle Do you got 5 screens in your '86 Rivi? Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Do you flip Snow White quick, fast, in a jiffy Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy When you buy new tennies, do you spend one fifty Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Do you smoke swisha sweets, or do you smoke Phillies? Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Have you ever bought a TV from dope fiend, Willie Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Do you sip Cognac, or do you sip Remy Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Have you ever slapped a bitch for givin' you a big hickey Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Do you get shit crunk, or do you get jiggy Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Will you still be fuckin' when you're way past sixty Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Could I hide in your house if the cops was tryin' to get me Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Would you fuck a thick bitch, even though she wasn't pretty Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy If I was doin' bad, would you smoke a blunt with me Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Are you a young city slicker or a country hillbilly Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Do you like Fonzarelli or Lenny and Squiggy Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy When you wake up on a Sunday, do you feel shitty Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Do you pass on the ass, if you don't got a jimmy Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Just to fuck a fine bitch, would you eat out the kitty Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Have you been with two hoes that wasn't strictly dickly Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy Do you hit anything or are you really picky Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
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