Wona Get Some, I Got Some lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah HC mutha f*ckin P n*gga
Hypnotized mutha f*ckin Mindz b*tch
For you mutha f*ckin rinky dink records up out there
Ya'll know who ya'll is, there's a bunch of you mutha f*cka's
DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass n*ggas
T-Rock rock that sh*t fo these (?)

[Verse 1: T-Rock]
My house of representitives, be A town assassins
That'll cause a riot in any shape form or fashion
Run up in your grill, when attention who we blastin'
Now woo now we presidental thing, cause you was flashin'
We some alcoholic n*ggas, we cause depression'
A-tech in this mobb, n*ggas mashin' for cashin'
Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin'
All because we makin' cheddar other clicks are lackin'
Down for the cause, where you haters wanna brawl
Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call
We some treal figgas', drug heal n*ggas, makin' (?) quicker
Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill n*ggas
Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them brain cells
Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of fame mama
Clean till I'm gone, like I'm ridin on the chrome
Shakin' all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome
[Chrous: DJ Paul]
Lil' ass boy, you gone hit this and feel me
Smilin' in my face, but you you really wanna kill me
Hail one of you n*ggas, wonna get some like that (some)
Hail one of you n*ggas, wonna get some like that (some)
Lil' ass boy, you gone hit this and feel me
Smilin' in my face, but you you really wanna kill me
Hail one of you n*ggas, wonna get some like that (some)
Hail one of you n*ggas, wonna get some like that (some)

[Break: DJ Paul]
Ohhwee it's gettin' hot up in here
You mutha f*cka's learned some technique yet n*gga
I start this sh*t...changed the beat up

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Get back up n*gga here come lord your f*ckin' nemesis
Back on the premisices, remember what I left on b*tch
You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me
You can't make me, you can't break me
Always shady, and I leave yo weakass forehead split
I got no fears and no pain in my veins mayn
I been insane, come and play in the black rain
You wanna step up to the mayn, well put yourself in danger
I'm like a ranger from the west and I'm possessed with anger
I hear the rumors from consumers and this sh*t is funny
The n*ggas talkin' sh*t, it's n*ggas who ain't got no money
They make a sale off f*ck a grip they askin never again
They make a sack a stick to b*tch they askin never stick
They make a sack to spit this gangsta sh*t they'll never spit
So walk up faking, feel the shackin', drown in f*ckin' p*ss
Trick yo' gossip drip like faucets so I let you leak
Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat
[Chrous: DJ Paul]
Lil' ass boy, you gone hit this and feel me
Smilin' in my face, but you you really wanna kill me
Hail one of you n*ggas, wonna get some like that (some)
Hail one of you n*ggas, wonna get some like that (some)
Lil' ass boy, you gone hit this and feel me
Smilin' in my face, but you you really wanna kill me
Hail one of you n*ggas, wonna get some like that (some)
Hail one of you n*ggas, wonna get some like that (some)

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Mayn you b*tches got problems, let it be known
Hoe this .40 gonna solve 'em, when it be on
Hoe you f*ckin' 'round wit grown men, that Hypnotized Camp
HCP we got that pump, cut up your f*ckin' neck
Man I'm glad these n*ggas gonna the f*ck up out the Posse Songs
Now I'm smilin' ear to ear, ridin' on chrome
Singin': "No new n*ggas in our click"
We thick, we rich, we glist, we been down for years

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed
I done hold down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's
n*ggas talkin' bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin but a b*tch
Say you always claimin killa, but for real you suckin' di*k
Yeah it's funny how it is to see a n*gga in a thong
Get them Glocks with the pop, you gone break yo ass and run
I ain't f*ckin' wit yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove
Let yo legs move be a mutha f*ckin best move..b*tch
[Chrous: DJ Paul]
Lil' ass boy, you gone hit this and feel me
Smilin' in my face, but you you really wanna kill me
Hail one of you n*ggas, wonna get some like that (some)
Hail one of you n*ggas, wonna get some like that (some)
Lil' ass boy, you gone hit this and feel me
Smilin' in my face, but you you really wanna kill me
Hail one of you n*ggas, wonna get some like that (some)
Hail one of you n*ggas, wonna get some like that (some)