C’mon All My n*ggas, C’mon All My b*tches lyrics

by

Large Professor


[Intro]
What? Yeah, yo
Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo, what, now
What, what, what you lookin', what you, what
What, what you lookin' for now? Tell me
What you lookin' at, n*gga? What?
Now, what you lookin' for? Woah, woah, for

[Verse 1]
Yo, all my n*ggas in the place, what now?
Talk to my b*tches all up in the place
And my n*ggas, they be laying all up in the cut now
Anyhow, I'ma do my thing
And blow the spot baby, maybe bust a little nut now
Funny how the older b*tches get familiar
And try to give a n*gga just a little butt now
Sing along (Smoke la, n*gga, get high)
And get all of this money, n*gga (Before we die)
b*tches let me know that you up in the spot (Whoop, woo-woo)
All of my n*ggas just shout it at me (Yo-yo)
Even though it's kind of ill, n*gga, follow the flow
n*ggas love the way we shine, try to borrow the glow
Watch from the sideline when I swallow the dough
I'ma do it to ya like I never did it before
Now let me give it to you (Flipmode Squad, baby)
Now what the f*ck y'all n*ggas really know about the (God, baby?)
Ha, then I jump right out of the whip and I park it
My pinky gleam like a motherf*ckin' third of the Antarctic
Everybody get wild in the spot
All my n*ggas just pile in the spot
It's such a shame somebody might just lose they child in the spot
[Chorus]
C'mon, all my n*ggas, c'mon (What?)
My n*ggas that be reppin' with me (What?)
My n*ggas that be holding me down (Ha-hoo)
And high steppin' with me (What?)
C'mon, all my b*tches, c'mon (What?)
My b*tches that be reppin' with me (What?)
My b*tches that be holding me down (Whoop-woo-woo)
And high steppin' with—

[Verse 2]
Now, tell me what you n*ggas really wanna do, c'mon now
(Excuse me) We coming through, c'mon now
Hit you with the brand new
When I'm bumping, you don't need to ask who
n*gga, please (C'mon now)
Where the trees? (C'mon now)
sh*t, when I'm bouncing and hit you with the flow
Then I make you just act a fool, one two (One two)
Wild like another mad n*gga that be ready to back it too
Here we go (Here we go)
A lot of motherf*ckers, they ain't even got a clue, c'mon now
Let me school y'all n*ggas permanently like a motherf*ckin' tattoo, c'mon now
Hey (Hey), hey (Hey)
You know you shouldn't (Try it)
My n*gga, before we do sh*t to (Start up a riot)
Every time we come through, all the b*tches shout (Whoop-woo-woo)
All of my n*ggas, shout if you ready (Yo-yo)
Let me go for a few, n*gga, c'mon
Bounce in the street with the heat stashed under the seat
In a Range that's blue n*gga (C'mon)
Cats like you be searching the crib
Over the weak-link n*ggas in your crew, n*gga (C'mon)
Every time a n*gga come and step in the spot
Y'all n*ggas know we come to blow the venue, n*gga (C'mon)
Hold up, wait, guess what (Guess what)
Flipmode to the rescue, n*gga (C'mon)
Y'all (Y'all) know (Know) when we put it down, n*ggas really wanna blow this sh*t (sh*t)
It's (It's) like I got a grenade in my hand and you know I wanna throw this sh*t (Yo)
Everybody get stuck in the spot
You don't really give a f*ck in the spot
Better watch your whip because they might just tow your truck from the spot
[Chorus]
C'mon, all my n*ggas, c'mon (What?)
My n*ggas that be reppin' with me (What?)
My n*ggas that be holding me down (Ha-hoo)
And high steppin' with me (What?)
C'mon, all my b*tches, c'mon (What?)
My b*tches that be reppin' with me (What?)
My b*tches that be holding me down (Whoop-woo-woo)
And high steppin' with—
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