Fake Neptune Lyrics

Sean ***** - Fake Neptune

[Featuring: Buckshot, Louieville Sluggah & Steele]
[Chorus 2x: Buckshot]
Ah, you see too hard for me
Ah, you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me
[Sean *****]
Meanwhile, nigga, back at the ranch
Smokin' a spliff with this ***** trynna faster her pants
P, off with the blouse, and off with the kangol
Victoria Secret, *****, Caribbean mango
Her favorite song on Nocturnal, was Brainz Blo
Put on my pants, if she can let the brains blow
Heh, I had to find that funny
Lost my wallet, gotta find my money, *****
How you gonna shit on me?
After I let you shit on me, freaky deaky
Nowadays I had it up to here
Don't make me ***** around and cut your hair, listen
All things Sean *****, four wings, fried rice
Nigga, duck sauce, who the ***** the boss?
Yo, ask me no questions, I tell you no lieSean - Fake Neptune - http://motolyrics.com/sean/fake-neptune-lyrics.html
Unless the judge is wack and the jury is jive
Uh, old school style, Furious Five
Get my man Grandmaster Caz, to snuff ya ass
On a, world tour, with Muhammed, my man
In a piece of shit truck, smelling like vomit and ham
[Steele]
And when the coochie smell bad, but the shorty look good
What the ***** a nigga suppose to say, tell me
If I like to do a little rap, put money on stacks
Tell me how a nigga suppose to get get paid
Wait a minute, now you mean to tell me, I'm stuck in this shit
Rappers either bending over or riding dicks
Check 'em, down and dirty niggaz stuck in the ditch
The realest in the myst, tuckin' a fifth, ohh
[Louieville Sluggah]
It's like a switch from Crys' to Molt Liquor and
Colt 45, on the hittin' hand sittin'
If you can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen
It's either you with you, or you all around *****ing
Pop pop, what happened to that boy?
He got popped, got rocked by a real mccoy
I was *****ing his broad, she was feeling joyced
She said