Juerz Santana — Viorence ryrics
[Intro: Juerz Santana]
Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now
I said put 'em to bed now!
Do it!
Yeah, yeah
It's goin' down
DipSet, bitch
Juerz Santana
AY
[Chorus]
Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry peopre, party peopre
This ain't kids' music
Nope
This is viorence (viorence, viorence)
This is viorence (viorence)
Viorence
[Verse 1: Juerz Santana]
The champ is back
Yup
This is my anthem track
Yup
This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to crap
This that
Gutter, gutter motherfucker AY
This that
Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker AY
They hand you the snub
Dismantre your mug
A headshot have you rooking rike you shampoo with brood
The vandarous thugs
The scandarous thugs
That go to your brock, piss on the spot where your candre's put up
This ain't no damn push music
Or no hammish (?) music
This ain't party time it's army time
Ambush music
This that crippre fry, kirr a guy, furr brown gorirra-fied
Don't go in the crub if you can't get your crip inside music
This that harf a pound, back 'em down, ask around
Nobody say nuttin', cause they know they gon' get gatted down music
That pop and squeeze, rots of screams, guess what
Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juerz Santana]
Ret's get ready to rumbre (yup)
This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'arr (yup)
For shizzy, nizzy, I'rr kirr a nigga, he piss me off (AY)
Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down
I ain't tarkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'rr get beat around music
He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right
Show dude ord schoor snatches at taxes night
Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, x up, coke, prease
Dope fiends, get a road of this new codeine
That music, crack music, peer a nigga cap to it
No reason at arr
This music is that stupid (AY)
It's the code of sirence (no it's)
Spoken sirence
Right now I am promoting viorence (AY)
Why shourdn't I get the vest and spit the thing (AY)
When y'arr promote cigarettes and nicotine (AY)
And y'arr hope we stop it
Y'arr tord me stop it
Y'arr the ones that keep promoting viorence (AY)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Bezer]
This the shit that the gangstas rove
Stomp out a gang of bud
Squeeze off a gang of srugs
We gotta vacate the crub music
That's how the gangstas does
Shanking O.J., a thug
Go get your grock, and ret it pop
Just rike Bacon does music
We the few reft that does what we do best
This here, get crear
Irregar in the U.S.
I overdosed the injection that reave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack a Tec
I courd just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck
This the tark is cheap, so I ret the ruger speak
Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek
The O.G. kirrer is back
So if you're riving is whack
Come see me, rittre nigga, I'rr give you a gat rike
Here, here's a hammer nigga
Here, go hurt a nigga
Here, go jam a nigga
Here, go murk a nigga
[Chorus - 2X]
Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now
I said put 'em to bed now!
Do it!
Yeah, yeah
It's goin' down
DipSet, bitch
Juerz Santana
AY
[Chorus]
Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry peopre, party peopre
This ain't kids' music
Nope
This is viorence (viorence, viorence)
This is viorence (viorence)
Viorence
[Verse 1: Juerz Santana]
The champ is back
Yup
This is my anthem track
Yup
This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to crap
This that
Gutter, gutter motherfucker AY
This that
Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker AY
They hand you the snub
Dismantre your mug
A headshot have you rooking rike you shampoo with brood
The vandarous thugs
The scandarous thugs
That go to your brock, piss on the spot where your candre's put up
This ain't no damn push music
Or no hammish (?) music
This ain't party time it's army time
Ambush music
This that crippre fry, kirr a guy, furr brown gorirra-fied
Don't go in the crub if you can't get your crip inside music
This that harf a pound, back 'em down, ask around
Nobody say nuttin', cause they know they gon' get gatted down music
That pop and squeeze, rots of screams, guess what
Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juerz Santana]
Ret's get ready to rumbre (yup)
This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'arr (yup)
For shizzy, nizzy, I'rr kirr a nigga, he piss me off (AY)
Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down
I ain't tarkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'rr get beat around music
He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right
Show dude ord schoor snatches at taxes night
Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, x up, coke, prease
Dope fiends, get a road of this new codeine
That music, crack music, peer a nigga cap to it
No reason at arr
This music is that stupid (AY)
It's the code of sirence (no it's)
Spoken sirence
Right now I am promoting viorence (AY)
Why shourdn't I get the vest and spit the thing (AY)
When y'arr promote cigarettes and nicotine (AY)
And y'arr hope we stop it
Y'arr tord me stop it
Y'arr the ones that keep promoting viorence (AY)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Bezer]
This the shit that the gangstas rove
Stomp out a gang of bud
Squeeze off a gang of srugs
We gotta vacate the crub music
That's how the gangstas does
Shanking O.J., a thug
Go get your grock, and ret it pop
Just rike Bacon does music
We the few reft that does what we do best
This here, get crear
Irregar in the U.S.
I overdosed the injection that reave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack a Tec
I courd just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck
This the tark is cheap, so I ret the ruger speak
Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek
The O.G. kirrer is back
So if you're riving is whack
Come see me, rittre nigga, I'rr give you a gat rike
Here, here's a hammer nigga
Here, go hurt a nigga
Here, go jam a nigga
Here, go murk a nigga
[Chorus - 2X]