Get Stupid, Go Dumb Lyrics

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get stupid go dumb, ya thats our click

i gives a fucc if u a dime i still calls ya a bitch,

u proly seen us in the club 30 deep equipted with clips

an hella wips out side talkin shit

we pay to get in nothin rush the doe so kwic

21 with no sense security gaurd so tense

'cause we HYPHY aint no tellin wat we mite do

the light bright red but we still slidin throo

hypnotic got me ku pill poped about 2

we done smoked about a quarter now already wat it do

i dont know about u but im feelin my self

whoa let me calm down im killin myself

NO i get stupid so i gotta keep on

i could last about a week long till my battery

gone 6 hours and im charged then im back in the zone

back in the zone get stupid show em how we actin at home

[chorus]

get stupid go dumb [x8]

we some stunnas yall some runnas

now get stupid go dumb [x4]

[Yukmouth]

nigga im swiggin my shit u shakin ur dreds get stupid

im makin my bred im shakin the feds get dumb

u makin a spred and takin ya meds u stupid

im bussin they head and bussin my led im dumb

fuk a club nigga im a thug nigga with drug dealersYukmouth - Get Stupid, Go Dumb - http://motolyrics.com/yukmouth/get-stupid-go-dumb-lyrics.html

mug nigga with ma middle finga up screamin fuk nigga

wat nigga u from wat i gives a fuk nigga

run up on yuk and get bucked ill have ya touched nigga

u ever c a thousand killas bum rushed nigga

and c 20 of ya bitch niggas getin stuck niggas

get jumped clips dumped leave ya slumped nigga

body in a dump nigga u dont want no funk nigga

i get stupid like a metaly disturbed smokin herb

swingin the suburb thats for the burbs

i rock mynk furs and shit u never heard

and 20 bay niggas on stage going bizerk

[chorus]

[Mac Dre]

wen i step up in da club i get hyphy b like wat

i cut it up - fuck it up - stuff it up - roll it up - puff it up

boy im tryin a buss a nut holla at baby wats wit it

fuk wit it ill bust niggas dat sucks and bucks wit it

im nutz wit it stupid d-u-m-b keep a bitch broke like huey mc

im a p-i-m-p straight up out the V the bay u now im straight

aint nobody bad like me aint nobody sav like me

i keep it c.u.t. t.h.r.o.a.t ish u aint notice punk bitch im the coldest

gimme ya rolex its drugs for the rich no chips i aint
got no luv for the bitch

im thug for the chips my frito lays swoop shorty in da cutty

roll and showem they stupid ol ways gucci them j's

stuey is how we come bust a lung nigga get supid go dumb

[chorus]