hoc n pucky

Singer:slum village

yo

plea-plea

plea-plea

please listen to my demo

i got a flow that goes

ain't nobody droppin no lyrics

niggaz they fear me because i represent jah

yo when you hear this you better pump it in your car

blah blah blah blah blah blah-weee

yo

my momma told me that these niggaz tried to rob her at the liquor sto'

check me out

hooo

rahhhh

ahh

check me out

uhh

check me out

huhhhh

what you want

ahh

yo check me out

check it out

uhh

check ahh

mon-stahh is raw! to. rough enough to crush a nigga's tree trunks

aww my man

no time to think what she wants

i'll be damned

stan

remember we ran

eveywhere

god damnit i said we ran

across streets. bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt

there go my pager blowin up with the bill that's obese

what did your momma see

fat-ass

really

should've

left your ass

in there

it's a mosh

let's torture my niggaz

ooooh

god damnit i said ooooh

do you know the things that i can do to you?

i can make you cry like your momma do

and for the wild

my style

is monumental

as my flow

is fuckin up

instrumentals

i leave it superbad cause i know he know

take it easy

they don't they don't

they don't they don't

they don't - they don't they don't

they don't they don't

they don't - they don't

they - they - they - they - they.

Lyric Context: hoc n pucky - slum village