Turf Talk - Do The Robot lyrics
rate me(([This song is near impossible to follow along with {Very fast} so feel free to edit]))
Pop lockin and robotin my tone [tanked]
Clean fitted my pockets and my pants sagged
Alcohol on my breath im feelin bossy
Spread that sucka repellebt, get him up off me
Head over heels for [screel]
Gotta get money, gotta stay fitted in my automobile
Fine chain and worse grill wit act deal
Dish talk like rain [speel]
Little bit of Remmy, little bit of burgendale
I gon say my name too much, aw what the hell
Turf talk dont unleash their secret,
Where them ganstas at, I aint got no one to beef with
Perkin' off incredible hulk
On top of my box, doin the robot
[chorus (Consists of 'do the robot', and 'don't stop')]
they say I go dumb like genocidal
purgotry [right en] cut out the bottle
Whether its pistols or drinks I love to pop em
Just jewels I always rock em
Purple whip, purple cream, purple stock
[Quarters halfs sound like I got em all in the trunk]
right next to the thug incase a nigga lose a [drunk]
You niggas better learn that mozilla aint no punk
Lay the club phat, if a nigga get crunk
[Robotin poplock i figure aint in hold a stud]
Mini shoots again the hood rats x symbol
Well ima keep it movin with the tvs in my door panel
Split off the block like an animal
Sick wit a belly, 30 niggas got hells bro
[Chorus]
Slidin in my candy toys wit all my boys
The law say we drink too much but fuck the roys
Still makin noise they knowin we runnin the spot
Beefin wit the [beddin] its makin your hood hot
It dont stop, we poplock n hit the scene
Double fisted talk and shit wit creased jeans
The whole team, turn our backs and big [hean]
So clean, we put em up sitten all gleam
We used to it, we well known for showin up, to show out
Bust back, we turn it out
No doubt we keep waitin n there is a drought, we run routes
and go deep like Dan Fouts,
dont pull it out till its all said and done
poplockin, robotin holdin my gun
[chorus]
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