Tha Blues Lyrics

Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Ain't nothin' nice or sweet
They don't even much understand this

Look, now when I crawl up out the rove' I got quarters and O's
Forty fours under my clothes, I'm drunk and blow
And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers
Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters

I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' bubba
For the summer in a bright orange pumpkin hummer
Stumblin' from the Courvoisier and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and take your pops away

See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay
So I can get it understood and have you chopped today
And not to say I could even hit your block and spray
And try to knock all the bone structure out your face

Stick a potato on the head of my nine, it's deadly quiet
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig
The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or small, ain't nothin' nice

Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues

Look, now we all do dumb things
Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father right in front of him
None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout

Pull up in a bubble, hop out
Then let a couple pop out
I got two double desert eagles, bustin' at your peoples
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces

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Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and millimeters

Run up on your family and pop your senoritas
A lot of Hennessy, just twist that lil' baby
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby
This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy

Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me
Seventeen Carollton, mess with me, I bury one
Three eighty, I carry one
Come to kill up everyone, what?

Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues

Everybody freeze and drop when lil' wheezy cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breath and stop
Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat
Until I die apple and eagle that be's the block

And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot
And weed and vodka got me wanna beat a cop
I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot
And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots

Follow me, everybody in the family die sourly
Niggas drop hourly, ruinin' your economy
Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me
Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me

I'm wild, and wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman
Slide up in a blue truck and shoot up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by, ya

Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues