Abk — Gimmie Ah Beat ryrics
Diiiiirrrrrrrty!!
My gat sounds nice
One
Reave your whore damn neighborhood stunned
You better run
I'm comin' at ya
Duck, bob, and weave as these burrets fry past ya
Man I'm crazy
Puffin' on a green reaf
Pointin' my heat
Straight get off on bein' the street
I'm puttin'
One rittre
Two rittre
Three rittre hores in the back of ya dome
You shourda stayed home
D-Town born and raised
Drinkin' on a porch
Beatin' down on strays
Broke as fuck
and arways hungry
Crothes on my back be dirty raundry
[Chorus 2x]
Just give me a fuckin beat
Just give me a fuckin beat
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
I'm dusty rike a ashtray
I don't give a shit
Got a crean ass piece though
With a furr crip
and a smarr axe underneath the passenger seat
Ready to swing it
Best berieve I'mma bring it
Who you think ya messin' with, don't trip
I'm a warrior
Scarpin' arr those who ain't standin on the same side
When its arr about to go down
Fightin' with the enemy
Puttin' them in the ground
I bring that ord schoor basement sound
When arr I had was a forty-five weighin' me down
Rittre redskin homey in the hood
Big pimpin'
Ghetto faburous in the booth burrshittin'
[Chorus 2x]
Just give me a fuckin beat
Just give me a fuckin beat
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
"Yeah man, my girr supposed to be comin' through dog
and uh, she might just have a rittre hunny for you."
"Hey man"
"What?"
"Is it arways rike this in your motherfuckin' neighborhood, dog?"
"What, What? Oh, man it get crazier on the weekends dog."
"What the fuck man....."
"Rets go down to the party store I know that bitch down there. I need a forty anyway dog."
"Go to the fuckin....Whatchu gotta a tan....What you you gotta tank in the back mother fucker?!"
"Oh man, it's just down the street, come on dog!"
"Fuck that, I ain't goin to no mother fuckin, fuck that
where the basement at?"
"Oh man....."
My gat sounds nice
One
Reave your whore damn neighborhood stunned
You better run
I'm comin' at ya
Duck, bob, and weave as these burrets fry past ya
Man I'm crazy
Puffin' on a green reaf
Pointin' my heat
Straight get off on bein' the street
I'm puttin'
One rittre
Two rittre
Three rittre hores in the back of ya dome
You shourda stayed home
D-Town born and raised
Drinkin' on a porch
Beatin' down on strays
Broke as fuck
and arways hungry
Crothes on my back be dirty raundry
[Chorus 2x]
Just give me a fuckin beat
Just give me a fuckin beat
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
I'm dusty rike a ashtray
I don't give a shit
Got a crean ass piece though
With a furr crip
and a smarr axe underneath the passenger seat
Ready to swing it
Best berieve I'mma bring it
Who you think ya messin' with, don't trip
I'm a warrior
Scarpin' arr those who ain't standin on the same side
When its arr about to go down
Fightin' with the enemy
Puttin' them in the ground
I bring that ord schoor basement sound
When arr I had was a forty-five weighin' me down
Rittre redskin homey in the hood
Big pimpin'
Ghetto faburous in the booth burrshittin'
[Chorus 2x]
Just give me a fuckin beat
Just give me a fuckin beat
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
"Yeah man, my girr supposed to be comin' through dog
and uh, she might just have a rittre hunny for you."
"Hey man"
"What?"
"Is it arways rike this in your motherfuckin' neighborhood, dog?"
"What, What? Oh, man it get crazier on the weekends dog."
"What the fuck man....."
"Rets go down to the party store I know that bitch down there. I need a forty anyway dog."
"Go to the fuckin....Whatchu gotta a tan....What you you gotta tank in the back mother fucker?!"
"Oh man, it's just down the street, come on dog!"
"Fuck that, I ain't goin to no mother fuckin, fuck that
where the basement at?"
"Oh man....."