D-Boy Music

Duration

4:13

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

D- Boy Theme Written by: TiKkO Verse:1 This issue's Windows Vista, Gotta get it out my system fast/ The kid is back- Been missin rap, Been ithchin just to rip a track/ These sissy rappers wicked wack, Where the shit's The Rza at?/ Its a fact- This shit's so crap, been listenin to Nickelback/ How sick is that? So sick of that, Im shiverin and drippin sweat/ Where I been since spittin last?, In the kitchen gettin that/ Since Ricky passed- been livin fast, Try'na get them chips to stack/ Pistol-grip within my lap, You push the issue- its a wrap/ Downriver rat- Deliver that, shit that gets ya wig to snap/ Im into wisdom- gettin cash, and slippin dick to stripper snatch/ Lickin cat?- I'm into that, The kid's a vision in the sack/ Better get ya infact, I even twist her sister back/ I'm in the whip thats big and black, with rims that fit the whip that Bat-/ man had in the film, Denali grill and the windows black/ with the strippers in the back, with crispy grip in zipper-bags/ and this knot's for the bitches, kid I call this stack my "Chicken-Scratch"/ Hook: Downtown grindin, and Im try'na make a million bucks/ SouthWest grindin, and Im try'na make a million bucks/ Downriver grindin, and Im try'na make a million bucks/ and if I see a bitch, with a fat ass she's gettin stuck/ All my Westside hustlers, "Where them dollars at?"/ All my Eastside hustlers, "Where them dollars at?"/ All my M-I hustlers, "Where them dollars at?"/ You see me with my bad ass bitch, hustler hollar back/ Verse:2 I'm makin dope-boy music, while I'm baggin up my teeners- ho/ Rappin in vernacular, you actors never seen in Blow/ You need your dope- I fiend for dough, Bag it up and leave em froze/ Tell me what you need, and make it speedy cause I need to roll/ Sunday-night at Subi's, try'na find the time to see the show/ Flash a stack of c-notes, now drop it down and keep it low/ What I say? Singles? No, We don't even see those so/ you know I mean a c-note, when Im speakin 'bout my green- Now go/ take a couple these at no, cost- The boss is TiKkO Rome/ What are these? Theyre Vs and coke, What you think they cheesin fo'/ Poppin 'em like Pringles, Soda pop and droppin 3 or 4/ Keep these freaks competin', we can see which ho's the deepest throat/ She dont even need a pole, See those knees? She's a pro/ We call that freak "The Speaker"- yo, When TiKkO's flowin speakers blow/ Waitress send a drink to Bo, Dont ask why- Thats need to know/ so keep your leaky nose, up out my biz and sniff this diesel- Ohhhh (Hook) Verse:3 My hustle's like another wife, I hustled all my fuckin life/ from bundles to a muffled mic, for mufflers on a custom bike/ Money is my trusted vice, and sluts that lust to fuck ya right/ a couple vics- a busto night, I leave them guts with busted pipes/ Plus the ones thats plush and tight, I once loved to rush and fight/ but now I'd rather bust a gun, Aint scuffin up my fuckin Nikes/ I don't run and duck the fuzz at night, 'cause I'm the one that does it right/ Got muzzles on those custos, cause I'm flyer than 100 kites/ (Hook)