King Tee - 6 N 'na Moe'nin lyrics

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Six in the mornin', awakened by a knock on my door

Grabbed my fo-fo' before I put my feet on the floor

And yelled "Who is it? ", peeped through my blind just a smidget

My nigga Bone stood in some cold black lizards

(What's up!?) Nigga how ya been, what ya doin'?

(Ah, some niggaz havin' problems with my money so I flew in

You know this kid Juan, got a sista named Chatan?

Live up in the Palms sellin' chronic by the tons)

As ya mention, he got that woodgrain Expedition

60's tried to kill him but they missed him

They said that nigga got a big mouth, boastin' bout some hustlers

That he hit from Down South, what's that all about?

(That nigga's crazy, show me where he hang, it's all gravy

Put on some clothes, I'm double parked in my Rolls and niggaz hate me)

I feel ya baby, let me grab this linen

And slip on these sandals with the ostrich all in 'em

(Man call them stripper hoes, tell 'em call all they people

I hear that nigga hidin' out, trickin' at the Nikko)

Don't worry 'bout a thing (Yeah I need to calm down)

Well let me grab some mary jane, get higher than a plane

(Do you still got that glock that I gave you on the block?

Some funk was 'bout to pop then you ran up in that spot)

Ah shit, I forgot all about that heat Bone

I got the stash spot in my Brougham (Well nigga it's on)

"Who the fuck" - "Who the fuck is this? "

"Big black motherfucker with G's"

(It's King Tee)

"Who the fuck" - "Who the fuck is this? "

"Big black motherfucker with G's

(It's King Tee)

Lookin' shady, doin' 80 (babay!) Don't temp me

The weed smoke floatin' like the Bentley

Lay back on a gangsta mack strictly

(Man just wait 'til I catch that young fool that tried to get me

They says he probably rollin' around like he ownin' the town

Not knowin' I'm down, not knowin' I clown)

Well loc, them stripper hoes just hit me

That nigga at the Century Club playin' Big Willie

Dancin' with the Cristal, the hoe had the nerve

To say a nigga missin' out (What? ! Who the fuck is that?)

(Tell them stripper hoes to pop that twat and keep 'em hot)

And when he come out (Loc, that nigga gettin') *gun shot*

Ooh, his first mistake was

He had to do the crime

He had to hustle mornin' to the night

If, he would have known then

The things that he knows now

He might not have got that time in Wayside