Wombats - My First Wedding lyrics
rate me(feat. The Clipse)<br />
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[Verse 1: Boobonic]<br />
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First of all I'm a T-H-U-G<br />
Boobonic nigga, who the fuck you be?<br />
If you don't really want this block then move over<br />
So you don't get big weight and lose it like Oprah<br />
Caught a case down South in V.A. court<br />
The game change every year like EA Sport<br />
You see now they got platinum, mad you got gold?<br />
My corner's like the Beatles nigga, get your rock and roll<br />
Niggas mad 'cause the Feds stay on me 'cause they in cars<br />
Mad 'cause I oversee the Projects like A&R's<br />
Try not to do hits myself, I order that<br />
While you cooked Four and a half and got a quarter back<br />
You play the tough guy role good, I ought to clap<br />
And did a lot of rappin' too, I should've bought a track<br />
I had to check this comb in your rug, checkin' for soil<br />
Got popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil.<br />
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[Verse 2: The Clipse]<br />
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I graduated from Eight balls to blow that's cake size<br />
Match me grand for grand and lets make these stakes rise<br />
Mahavaji rich, in Egypt with eight wives<br />
While my fam rocks links and medallions that's plate size<br />
You up against The Clipse, believe there's no chance<br />
What you feel about hollows piercin' through your throat glands?<br />
See, I sweet talk the Devil, take him on a slow dance<br />
While your hardcore posse's is extras and road hands<br />
Get your Fifty deep, us rollin' in Convoys<br />
You fuckin' with grown Men and y'all is young boys<br />
Love double action, pack anything with loud noise<br />
As we kidnap your partners and use 'em as decoys.<br />
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[Chorus]<br />
If y'all ain't got guns (I don't represent you)<br />
If you ain't got coke (I don't represent you)<br />
If you ain't got dough (I don't represent you)<br />
Fuck ya clique and that bullshit you been through<br />
[repeat]<br />
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[Verse 3: Mr. Mr.]<br />
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I never hold back, I cock back and twist ya<br />
I never been shot mothafucka, it's Mista<br />
I scream who's coke? who's whip is that?<br />
I want the main coke source, not just the crack<br />
I want the one who cook it up and make you push the pack<br />
You don't like that we cut at you nigga? bust back<br />
I never been the one to talk and chill shit out<br />
I shoot 'till it jam and the clip don't spit out<br />
You heard I'm 'bout to run in your house? you better get out<br />
Mista take stacks and coke and sort shit out<br />
Whoever don't like it wanna come then come<br />
And you smart mouth niggas get popped with dum-dums.<br />
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[Verse 4: The Clipse]<br />
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Who the fuck wanna see us?<br />
Chrome double barrel heaters<br />
Mothafuckas better bow when they greet us<br />
Red green and black strapped on Gucci wife beaters<br />
With platinum paint jobs on 3.8 liters<br />
Two ways to live, cocaine or showbiz<br />
Knee deep in crime rhyme, in coke? my shoulders<br />
What you know about hidin' your bricks in Folgers?<br />
With Grandmothers and Aunts as primary holders<br />
Whassup lover? tell 'em take aim or take cover<br />
'cause we poppin' cross hand and christen your little Brother<br />
Eagle eye block strutters composed of Baby Mothers<br />
How they ???? we seen double.<br />
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[Chorus x2]
