c*ckroaches lyrics
by 2 Eleven
[Chorus] - 3x
Some of these n*ggas be some c*ckroaches
Crosses from heart no good mon set them on fire
[Skinny Pimp]
b*tch I push weight state to state you can fake
Like you straight you can't hate anyway don't play
Trick shake like a snake don't come up in my face
I'll take ya to the Gimisum Dungeon real late
Where your ass ain't safe and somebody gotta go
Cause you b*tches move slow and you f*cking with me though
Whoa you can die like Kenny cuz Kenny ain't Skinny
And I ain't Tim dog Skinny Pimp got plenty
Fans pumping up nothing but pimps f*ck them other n*ggas
Tricks knowing they going hoes flaudging like some killas
Rookies it's on now it's on now
*blam* Don't test the nuts boy I done let you down
Before you get lay me you said "yeah the cap is going"
Now eat the di*k b*tch cause all you hoes be chewing
We can strapped or we click click *blau blau blau blau*
In your talking ass mouth now how you like me now huh!!
[Chorus] - 4x
[Skinny Pimp]
Once upon a time in the East Memphis streets
I was at the crib watching screen TV
The radio was on just a little bit low
Until I heard some sh*t that made me turn it up some more
"Lookin For Tha Chewin" beat without my damn vocals
I'm selling in every state but dammit he calling me local
Now ain't that a b*tch they cut my verse on every mix show
What's up with you and Boogaloo y'all some hoes
Tryna hold a negro down in this little bitty town
But I'ma stay around just to cook y'all clowns
Every time y'all hate on the radio
I'ma cook y'all on my album hoes
Over and over over again cause b*tch I'ma sell
Watch out for my book called "Get It How You Live"
Y'all some baller blocking b*tches in the Memphis city streets
Don't come up in my face saying sh*t to me, not sh*t n*gga!!
[Chorus] - 6x
[Skinny Pimp]
Scary ass b*tches when we hit we hit hard
Foolish hoes dodge from a million killas march
Dump on some chumps cause they can't f*ck with me
I'll bang your ass n*gga Skinny Pimp super busy
From the real peep my folks who got much respect
Living kind of prejudice so put him in check
I'm sending this out to my cuz Co-Co
My n*gga got life they said he killed the po-po
So pass the dope and pack out my shows
Mug them b*tches and throw some beer on them hoes
f*ck y'all connections and you groupie haters join it
The b*tch whole clique need their as*h*le torn
I'm doing this for my n*ggas who don't f*ck with them suckers
And if you got some serious beef we'll do y'all busters
Talking about y'all n*ggas started us all
But everybody know the business b*tch so watch us ball..