DRU DOWN - Talkin' Shit lyrics

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What's up motherfuckers

I'm talkin major shit motherfuckin day, you feel

I'm coming strait from the Oakland streets

I got let u niggaz know when the end meets

So here we go come and take a ride with me

In the streets of the motherfuckin fifties

First of all let me take you for a five-minute ride

Come back for, one nigga just died

And I don't even trip of for shit

That it takes for a motherfuckin lick

Be strong, stand tall, a hold your grounds up, be a mack like Dru Down

A nigga who stands on his tiptoes

And I love short hair fine hoes

Nappy hairs don't remind me

Cause I'm blind just like Run DMC

C and H don't you like this shit a funky rap to another funky hit

Niggaz wanna know about me

The capitalized serial killa a double D

Well nigga back up take fifty feet

Unless you want your teeth layin on the concrete

Cause am not playin no games

Never did never will now what's up mayn

You wan test some skills

Well let's test your skills on the real

Uh, nigga you ain't shit

A punk kissing ass and lickin on some dick

And I knew by the way you move

You were switching the hips and perking them lips

You was a fagot ass bitch

But don't trip cause a nigga like me just talkin shit

You feel that I'm talkin major shit bitch

Ha one two one two here I go with the flow

Now what you got say about me talkin shit

I aint never been to legit to quit

Cause a nigga like me is on the go

Always being real true to the hoe

Never turn to the white man just a black man

To some brothers now you understand

Cause a nigga aint trippin no more of the white folks

I just got to get my money on

And this is out for you ballas

Shit, popo stay off the dick

Cause you motherfuckers keep on jackin

I'm gonna get feed up, something gonna happen

I may run and get tha AK take nine

I dammed near forget to creep to the 4 five

But a nigga aint loose I get juice when it comes to me wearing toe boots

In case I got to throw AK to the shit

And then I get crossed to check

I don't play no I don't fuck around

21 years in the Eastside Oak town

I bet you couldn't hang like I did

Being a mack pimp player at age ten

But science I was young and talk a little bit

I listend up and when I spoke I talked major shit

A well a brother like me feel bionic

Every time I'm puffin on a joint of the cronic

Yeah, I wear five nine dickies

I'm sayin fuck 8 ball I drink Mickies

So peep this here I go

I say whats up to my folks from the five O mail row

And back cross two

I aint forgot about my partners form the five 2, foo

And we can keep it on the strive

I throw a peace sign, for six five and six nine

And I'm gona keep it on a go

I wants some bounce lets go to seven nine eight O

And yeah am talkin big shit

Roll up the window come with me to the land and hit nine six

And ride, and say whats up to my folks

But for me to say names that's brother off

And so we steady getting high buffin Marvin Gaywe

And science we ridin throgh the streets hit nine eight

End even I'm down the street around the block

I can't forget about my folks from Plymouth Rock

well I'm finished I'm quit through talkin shit,

Don't forget

Dru Down keeps guns and clips and clips and clip