Cruddy Clique Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[A]

[Verse 1]
You real worried [A]of the flurries,
scared as shit of gettin' hit
You think a wall fell out ya ass the
way you keep shittin' bricks
I revolve around a blow,
ya be in slow to a quick right
From what ya girl's squeezed,
could match ya age out ya dick size

[Verse 2]
From [A]now, somehow,
comes now, street sound
You'll see me toll- free dial
1- 800 with a beat down
A loss ya can't afford to take,
stand alone now
I'm the man that come to spank ya
ass in your own hometown

[Verse 3]
Watch me [A]heat ya up and eat ya quick,
ya popped Pop- Tart
Flows to rise ya mind to make ya
rhymes pour and stop- start
To hell with all who hates me
Straight up trouble, you wait, see
I'ma stick you on a cancel
list with WHT

[Verse 4]
Ain't lovey- dovey, [A]style is stubby,
nobody's hubby
Plus too fuckin' cruddy to be buddies
And what about the kid,
they was bustin' him and rushin' him?
"Hey, mane, Chu shoulda peaced with him,
I never fuckin' trusted him"

[Verse 5]
Oh, you don't [A]know?
Boom! Bap! Smack! (and there it is!)
Oh, you don't know?
Boom! Bap! Smack! (and there it is!)
Oh, you don't know?
Boom! Bap! Smack!
(and there it is!)
(So there it is, so there it is)

[Verse 6]
Yoo, hoo To all ya [A]rhymin'
motherfuckers
thinkin' no one can get with ya
Put a dick in ya mouth and when it's out,
tell me the temperature
I used to be on some next shit,
but now some new shit
Some def shit when I do shit,
some shit you wish that you did

[Verse 7]
Now [A]I'ma pimp you like a punk,
bitch- slap you like I want
Stick you like a shank,
now sit up like a lump
You little lily- liver ass nigga
I'm about to lily- lift ya

[Verse 8]
ass into the river
[A]Oh, now you give- a- fuck
How I struck when I buck and knuckle up
I tell you to deal quick
You don't wanna fuck with the real shit

[Verse 9]
I [A]got 118 reasons of nigga's
that'll track the treason
And trap the trigga, so now
ya figured that I
Fucked ya flow, stuck up ya hoe!
Put nuts to the nose! Guts'll show
What up? Nothin', I know

[Verse 10]
'Cause [A]I ain't havin'
all the chitter- chatter
Hit you with the pitter- patter
'Cause on these tracks,
my style gets bigger fatter
All for the action,
plus a fan of Michael Jackson
Give him dibs, mother fuck who face
he bought and put on his
Niggas too nosy,
talkin' that ol' dumb shit, bum shit
I'm the cruddy nigga you
don't wanna run with

[Verse 11]
Oh, you don't [A]know?
Boom! Bap! Smack! (and there it is!)
Oh, you don't know?
Boom! Bap! Smack! (and there it is!)
Oh, you don't know?
Boom! Bap! Smack! (and there
it is!)
(So there it is, so there it is)

[Verse 12]
I hang with some killer, [A]crazy,
cruddy, smack- ya- mother type of niggas
Quick to split a liver if a tongue
flipper's against the rhyme ripper
Pick a plate! A time, a rhyme,
a flow, a feel, a vibe
Pick a fuckin' style of your own,
stop pickin' mine
[A]I don't talk jack- shit
that I can't pull, slick
So feed the cows if you want
some bull- [A]shit

[Verse 13]
Fuck all them tryin' to rank spots
'Cause there's a fright
light in their ass
They're wearin' jock
straps for tank tops
Smells like ya ate a midget

[Verse 14]
Stuck ya chrome in front of [A]my face
Fuck your whole demo and your gimmicks
And don't come up with
that "ol' buddy" shit
And fuck any bitch that can't
hang with a Cruddy Clique!