Ed. E. Ruger - No Suckaz Allowed lyrics

rate me

Man I seen it, done it, lost it, want it

Hit rock bottom but I hit the ground runnin’

I’m gunnin for the top my adrenaline pumpin’

I’m the same from the hunger paints and the bitter my stomach

Coming back with a purpose, caskets for worthless,

Catch to talk dress and cross passes curtains

Your music to the days, you like the blaze for your personal

I ain’t buying the bullshit, man I hate commercials,

Plus you’re sweet, now you know ‘cause your fans desert you

I’m the truth, I’m the proof in fact they hurt you

With them racks to racks I’m whip em swag the purple,

Rapping and stacking moving grass in a circle

With bags within my eyes, I ain’t slipped in days

Got the streets between .. and then swept away

Couple paints and then burble, and blunts burning away

I’m busy flipping that paper like I’ve been turning the pain

Ain’t no suckaz allowed with us

Ain’t no suckaz allowed with us

I’m headlining, redlining, dead lining, blinding

Shining, shining, autograph signing,

For those that know, 8 tight further we not make shit grow.

I’m that rock shit fans, I like the grateful dead

You drunk after the show and get rageful head

Keep the stage burn, camera after all that’s turned

And you .. they can sacrifice

And even touch Jesus, he must betray trice,

If the problem solve em, trust em revolve em,

It’s an obstance who ever cop no truth

If I’m close in my sweat .. and f*ck I lose,

? first ram acing about me, it’s first ram

French ice tag and the weed back,

Black out, black out, everybody on the floor,

On the sheet on the shore, daddy came war

The bang, save ass frank in the crowd and

Daddy ruga ain’t no Ai suckaz allowed with us

And if the girl feel good in my ? the bus

And move break up, blowing take a passports, damn

Bitch you in the half through that M, f*ck em on the cam

This the game time, yeah that the same time I run

That you lose in the battle is born

I’m everything good end, but

Ain’t no suckaz allowed with us

Ain’t no suckaz allowed with us

It’s the forty out .. the proof ?

the money of the fillie blunts ?smokie and staying?

It’s worse to be on my crib let’s get my money up

Ain’t the stuff but f*ck em and get tummy top

The raise is edge to your head get your thunders truck

Don’t be the smuck for under a hundred bucks,

You’re .. the sound of something cops,

An insatiable sensation for lunting guns

Your f*cking nuts, I didn’t warned you, I don’t f*ck em up

You ain’t listen now your mouth getting uncle f*ck

What the f*ck is up? Gas flipping the itchin’ for ass kissing

So pock a bock, .. your lockers up,

Son running from master do be hitting but front of a trunk and bust

Dirty hand so I ain’t making up enough,

So ducking ground back it down and f*ck it jump

Ain’t no suckaz allowed with us

Ain’t no suckaz allowed with us

Ain’t no suckaz allowed with us