Brotha Lynch Hung - Legal Dope Compilation Lyrics
Chorus(lynch and d-dubb)4xI re-fuse to lose***** them 22sI got an ap 10 and a throwaway tech 9So you know you cant ***** with mine(verse1)(lynch)If I was standing in the dark letting my nine spark(d-dub)Maybe in the morning, mother*****ers might feel me yet(lynch)Its that nine tech nigga that got them mother*****ers tore upAs I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gutTalking about(d-dub and lynch)What the ***** you smoking on?(lynch)All dome as the chronics got me goneNigga its onOn til the slugs come out(d-dub)At night I do my murder red rum so tight(lynch)Its the third strike niggaSo now Im aiming up at your domebout to make your brain split and hit the fleetwood bromeIm like richard chase, mixed with al caponeIf you want some ripgut shit niggaYeah, I got it sewnSo bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech chromeAnd say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new domeA criminal minded nigga that gots tefs in his nineSo head to the east side, cause its red rum time, niggaChorus 4x(verse2)Nigga, its that-sac of indo-killafornia state of mindWhere niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend cornersIn a chev 69Wire rimsYou cant seeWith their neighborhood flags and their black carthart beenieIm like genieAs I swoop through the hood and get up to no goodAnd I wish you wouldTest my tech, cause nigga, it loves to take out necksAnd empty backs out, so I max out350 on the black topMore smoke than chronic smokingLoced out sherm, classic permIn my ashtray, theres always a roachHit the left lane in case one times approachI got, 5 warrants and some 89 tags17 in the clip of my, auto magIts sadI gotta watch my back, cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a blackLeather sack, and throw me over their backBut ***** thatWhy you think I got extended clipscause Im so high, most of the timeI just cant miss, niggaChorus 4x
