Cocoa Brovaz - Spit Again lyrics

rate me

Spit again is on yo set, on deck

Sound Bombing three with my dudes

Mr. Choc, Big Cyphs (rob ya all day, yeah, what)

Lord some boy gon' get dead tonight

Licking pussy oh boy didn't I man?

Oh boy one, test ten if he come try

Many Morroco suffer, many Morroco die

Semi-autos to stutter bucka, bucka, bbucka

Calling popo for cover, rhyming with Cocoa Brovaz

Pure murder since the day of discover

One-of-a-kind never find another

Spit rhymes like no other

Sick line grip chrome nines with rubber

Get high in public, ride in trucks puffing

Slide in clubs scutting, whore hunting, start buzzing

'Till sun grows something, google on something

Ya'll lame like ruffin' sexy something it don't nothing

(Fire Bun) man I deal what the fuck Rick

Mack 11 on ya now ya traffic touch with

Ya gun know check the steal on ya guns

With the world wide champion killer sound

Yeah yeah boy, who you wanna rump with?

So you can call the police on some clap shit

You ain't gangster I live by the street code

Been told never let beef grow old, get rid of that

Like prince crime pistols muzzle' em up

Half of a man on the dash, trucks guzzle it up

Like I'm highway hustling hazing it up

Star and Buck ain't the only niggaz heatin' it up

It's like murder (scared boy gangster run away)

It's like murder (informer boy informer)

No, no, no don't take from now and then

Can't test the sound, so boy we run you outta town

Lord some boy gon' get dead tonight

Grimy of the never since I been out the light

In the eyes of the media, fuck'em yo

I'm still out in public taking the dough

Got a fiend for the right guard with hands like apes

For the strips from the plate gorilla smack ya face

Rhyme a day no rhyme but it's nine to spray

Keep a safe full of bail money just in case

The routs we take have us on the run from Jake

The rules we break keep us on the move for cake

Niggas can't wait to hate, DJ's dub my plate

These days the PJ's ain't safe

Weed smoke clouds my face, whores be crowd my space

Twin fofo's 'round my waist, Keep a extra round to waste

Some x some haze, Smith and Wesson ga ga ga threat ya stage