Young Joc - Hear Me Coming lyrics

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[Chorus x2]

All the hoes lose they mind when they see me stunting

Dope Boys lose they mind when they hear me coming

All the haters get to running when they hear that choppa drumming, Blllluuupp, blllluup bumping

[Yung Joc]

Y'all ready know, ya ain't even gotta wonder

I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer

A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that?

My rhymes like crack, fiends screaming, "Gimmie that!"

I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope

Need a desert eagle, reefer smelling like a skunk

Got a bitch named Judy, with a real big booty

Blue star keep a nigga riding cuji

If it's a problem, I suggest you let it go

Got some killas over there, more hellan than the lord

I beat the block up

You can hear me when I'm coming

If it's a problem then the choppers start drumming, drumming

[Chorus x2]

My niggas flip birds

Your niggas flip burgers

My niggas got work

Your niggas just workers

My niggas, we get heard

Your niggas is unheard of

My niggas murder

Your niggas get murdered

My niggas win niggas

Your niggas get drenched

My niggas play the field

Your niggas ride bench

My niggas is quarterbacks

Your niggas just receive

With a single flinch boy, your niggas retreat

My niggas take the coke and they let the shit cook

Your niggas experiment with dope and get hooked

Now ain't that something, let the story get told

As the plot thickens and the script unfolds

[Chorus x2]

I get back around three

We can do it more again

Message to them hater middle finger to the wind

Let my chain swang, with a limp in my walk

Baby hush ya mouth, respect a pimp when he talk

Everybody know that I do it for the hood

Help feed the hungry, now my homies all good

Word on the street, Joc got the heat

Suede on the seat, 28's on the feet

Two bottle of Crys, baby go on spend money

When ya add it up now I'm drinking red money

My wrist gone froze

Make em jump out of they clothes

Go ahead drink tonight, 'cause tomorrow you gotta go

[Chorus x2]

Ha ha ha, nigga

Rookie of the year, play ya position nigga, ya'll fuck boys stop ya husstling, ya'll niggas know how we do it.

Ya'll know what it is.

All the way from the motherfucking west side to the south side nigga.

ML king, Fabora, Four-five, the whole Four block, Three-tweny.

What's up Koolaide? Yeeaahh.

Rest in peace my nigga Steve, Chris Terry, Lil' Mike, Black Horace, we gonna take it to the motherfucking south side nigga.

College Park! Ya know what I'm talking about. Born and raised, Shady P nigga. What it is. I see ya out

there Tony V. Carl Moe, what up nigga? Fresh stat from college park. I see ya nigga. Ain't nothing but

love, ya'll know how we do it. Yung Joc! Block entertainment. Bitch! Shorty Slick, where ya at? Ya up

next nigga. And I'm outta here.