Sean Price

[Sean Price]
Yall motherfuckers do it for the love of the rap
I do it for the love of the rap, and the dubs and the lack
Do it for what dub in the black, in the club with the gat
Do it for the thugs in the back, who be hustlin crack
Stop, yall niggaz brand new to the game
My gun blow lead, two in ya brain
When its all said and done, we gon see whats up
Holla at Rock, he probably with Ruck
That was forever, my nigga Sean Price the boss
Slap niggaz talking about a Mike Tyson loss
Im a broke rapper, hope that you like the floss
Plus a gold snatcher, four clapper, lights is off
None of yall nice, all of yall wack
And its thirty eight snub noses, pressed in the small of ya back
Yall niggaz got hand skills, but can yall brawl with a gat
Rosa Park niggaz callin it back, Sean P
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One two yall, and you dont stop
To the beat yall, when the drums drop
Its Sean P, yall, and ya dont stop
Rustee Juxx, Boot Camp, and Ruck and Rock
One two yall, and you dont quit
Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate
One two yall, and you dont stop
Cuz you wont stop, and I dont stop
[Sean Price]
On the fourth of July, Jamaican niggaz rock corduroy shorts
Sip Guinness stoute, fortys in quarts
Drunk and high, skunk and tie
Pops did Tango & Cash, just once every dime
While followers path, trynna straighten demolish staff
Bag out the fifth, and hollow ya ass
Back when Buckshot was making "Who Got Da Props"
I was on the strip, who got the rocks, P
Trained by ya vet, aimin to sket, bangin ya chest
Flamin ya flesh, straight David Koresh, ooh
You can bullshit with rap if you want
Fuck bullshit, and catch a full clip, Ill bring it back when I dump
Fuck ya no name idiots, Kurt Cobain cocaine cigarette
Play lean, acting ignorant
Lickin it, aint playin, hittin shit
Still maintain, entertain, still getting it
[Chorus]
[Sean Price]
I got a glock with a clock on the top
So when you pop it or not, you know what motherfuckin time it is
Ya girl, on the top of my cock, you feel the snot in the box
You like, that bitch, grimey, kid
Curious George niggaz need to mind they biz
For I fuck around and find your crib
Open the door, hoping for far, scoping the four
Get on some disrespectful shit, and start groping ya whore
She got coke in the drawers, no doubt, crack in the ass
I pulled it out the crack of her ass
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[ One Two Yall Lyrics ]