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Watch Yo Ass
Dayton Family

Date Added: 2004-12-21 13:49:25

Verse one (shoestring)
I was brought up as a shorty, slangin' them thangs on dayton avenue/ i came to turn this bitch out, that's exactly what i'm gonna do/ chasin' niggas through the mall/ shoestring's killin' short or tall/ st. ides and thunderbird got me pissin' niagra falls/ coughin' off a pint of gin/ nigga tried to front me 10/ ira popped them hoes, boom boom boom, nigga take it in/ clockin' doughs and pimpin' hoes/ plus i'm ridin' in a rolls/ gucci down from my head to my toes but i'd rather wear them polo clothes/ niggas are tryin' to jack i think they betta go try some mo' shit/ you can't fuck wit' this 'cause that's some higgity- higgity- ho shit/ got some beef that's on my shoulder, gots to gets it off today/ with them hoes tweak and bone and them bitches doa/ you betta be packin' a pistol in this game, it's called survival/ you right doa, you hoes is dead on arrival/ betta watch yo ass, them niggas from the ave. will go way low/ dayton is in the house and all the others get the fuck out/ them bitches tweak and bone called me pig #2/ you ridin' on skates i'm ridin' on dayton's, bitch i thought you- knew/ some weak ass niggas tried to drop a couple ah low blows/ two washed- up street academy old- school hoes, see/ the cops are prob'ly wonderin' what got me thinkin' kinda cautious/ i move more shit than corn flakes in saucers/ so don't play me soft when it's time to go to war/ if you're standin' on my set i'm gonna ask what you're standin' for/ 'cause niggas are never sure that makes me- 'noid/ then i hit that- habit, chewin' on a chip's ahoy/ niggas are gettin' smoked over this little white- bird/ hoes are bein' robbed over this little green- herb/ so when you tryin'a hustle, you betta go try some mo' shit/ prrrr- rop- pop- pop- pop- pop- and that was for that hoe shit, uh
Chorus (4x)
Betta wa- uh, betta watch yo aaass
Verse two (bootleg)
Ak is blastin'/ your local assassin/ i work for the cemetery, i came to check your ass in/ heads bust, chest crushed, legs are bein' torn off/ take ya ta da top ah the world an' push yo ass off/ deadly like a killer snake/ how much can a nigga take?/ a ak- 47 tommy clip'll make yo house shake, so/ here's a little list of some ah them bitches i'ma call out/ i don't beat around the bush with these hoes that i'm callin' out/ tweak and bone, you was wrong, fuckin' with this rap capone/ shoulda went home, now it's on, 44 to your fuckin' dome/ niggas is gettin' burglar'd as i- check'em/ i riggity- rock them- hoes, beat 'em down an'- wreck'em/ so niggas in my path i'm takin' names and whoopin' asses/ i'm sendin' you hoes to hell 'cause the devil gave me passes/ ya pussy gettin' pumped on/ bitches gettin' jumped on/ innocent little babies and the punks are gettin' peeled on/ ira's on the run again/ nina's on a nigga chin/ i-r-a not r.e.m., bitch my name ain't mc ren/ how the fuck ya gonna run?/ ira dorsey got the gun/ don't know how to ask you, janet jackson, for a 50 pack/ grew up fuckin' marks like you/ caught a case in '82/ 27 judges filed "hung" when my trial was through/ don't ya try to fade me, hoe/ i'ma let'cha bitches know ya style was basically hittin' shit from the get- go/ i'm cookin' a fuckin' ball/ do crimes in my black hog/ a menace to society, shootin' ya bitches like o dog/ ya fake like a snack cake/ and next you'll be dissin' jake/ it ain't about the talk, it's all about how much money ya make/ so niggas in flint, that be poppin' that shit/ go suck a dick due to ya head/ and that was for that hoe shit
Chorus (8x)
Higgity- higgity- higgity- hoe shit
higgity- higgity- higgity- that's hoe shit
don't come to my crib, i'm eatin' lobster
we buck 'em down
fuck all you two- faced
higgity- higgity- higgity- that's hoe shit


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