Los Boogie feat Bill Black

Los Boogie feat Bill Black - Right Mind lyrics

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[Chorus (Los Boogi):]

He talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?

Point the rifle steady,

Hold my breath and shoot

-Talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?

Point the rifle steady,

Hold my breath and shoot

Hollerin all dat bull

But he ain't bout it

Aim it at his skull

Knock da brain out it

-Talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?

So what's left to do?

So what's left to do?

[Los Boogi:]

Show em what the faction do

Stomp his ass, jack his shoes

His boy tryna act a fool

But fuck dat nigga jack him too

Drama, beef, and action news

Is what we are attracted to

We add the gun, subtract the crew

Go get the pump and (hold up)

I see niggaz on defense

Pointin pistols with they attitudes

Now it's time to home improve

Glad I brought the extra tool

Quaterback option, yell the play and point at you

Switch it up, shot-gun, hail mary, run and shoot

Bollinger we in this bitch

wit a few niggaz thats bangin blue

But it aint the feds we neva snitch

or ever tell the cops the truth

All my niggaz from the cage

And right about now we're runnin loose

Betta go hide your bitch

Or I will make a ghost out of your boo

You fuckin wit da Androids,

And this what we was built to do

Seek and destroy..

Whoevers standin in our view

When we deploy..

We takin out all your troops

Point the rifle steady.. hold my breath and shoot

[Chorus:]

He talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?

Point the rifle steady,

Hold my breath and shoot

-Talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?

Point the rifle steady,

Hold my breath and shoot

Hollerin all dat bull

But he ain't bout it

Aim it at his skull

Knock da brain out it

-Talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?

So what's left to do?

So what's left to do?

[Bill Black:]

Ayo one day I'ma run this town

One day I'ma run this bitch

Even at the finish line,

I'm still gone be runnin shit

I'm still gone be gunnin shit

Still gone be number one and shit

Yall be gettin yall ass whipped

Yall be on some punishment

I aint on no punishment

Nigga under 18

With 4 friends, and 8 hands

8 glocks, and 8 beams

big strap in my pants, if it pop, yall scream

my hand on my glock and yo brains is baked beans (bitch!)

It's funny how you can go from bein dead broke

To everybody tryna haunt you like dead folk

I got the game on lock nigga head choke

Still run this muh fucka if my legs broke

Yall niggas laughin, tellin bad jokes

I'm in the finish line, passin da slow pokes

Pass me da fo fo, It's time to go bro

I got that Austin Power, Mojo

[Los Boogi:]

Yeah, lemme hold his face

Fuck dat judge tellem hold that case

I'll never take that road up-state

Cuz all of us got throw-aways

I'm a walking C4 and they gone find you D.O.A

Cuz all this beef just make me tick,

And I promise you'll get blown away

Everyday I'm strapped..

And Bill know that it aint a lie

This Desert Eagle comes with wings,

Trust me boy your brains could fly

He talkin out his right mind, so what's left to do

Point the rifle steady, hold my breath and shoot

[Chorus:]

He talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?

Point the rifle steady,

Hold my breath and shoot

-Talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?

Point the rifle steady,

Hold my breath and shoot

Hollerin all dat bull

But he ain't bout it

Aim it at his skull

Knock da brain out it

-Talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?

So what's left to do?

So what's left to do?<br />

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Thanks to Ricky Nevon

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