I'ma Smack This Muthaf**ka (Explicit Album Version)-DJ Kay Slay/N.O.R.E.

I'ma Smack This Muthaf**ka(Explicit Album Version) - DJ Kayslay 'Cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka See me creepin' through the bushes Hunch back and barefooted Got some beer in my system I barely can bare with it When it's drama out there, stay smooth, stay smooth When my click need me, yo, I move, yo, I move It ain't funny, see when ya f**kin' wit' my people Got the fo fo, buckin' it slow, I'm so evil Sh*t, stand up, hold this, see I control this Hemisphere, makin' this clear And stood focused, was born broke So ya ice don't entice me Eatin' Chinese food, my juice wasn't icy I'm still papi and I ain't change for sh*t I been out for four days I ain't change for sh*t Yo saluchi, take ya sh*t god and rock Gucci Ghetto style no couffi, smoke loosi Hit the block wit' the new uzi Seven forty five live gettin' new coochie Hit the hood like the windmill and spin out quick It won't stop till I cake out sh*t (Oh God) I got some sons for you and some runnas to run for you They on the block all day (Ay you) She on the block all day (Ay you) We on the block all day (Ay you) I got some sons for you and some runnas to run for you They on the block all day (Ay you) She on the block all day (Ay you) We on the block all day (Ay you) I got some Henny in my system, the half is startin' ta hit me If I brawl in the club my boys'll brawl wit' me Niggas wanna see me foul F**kin' hatas you should see me now, switch the topic We was friends but I told shorty (Ay you) Don't you get up in this Benz shorty (Ay you) And you know I'll f**k ya friends shorty (Ay you) And they ain't get no en's shorty (Ay you) See niggas, they want my name next to Kurt Cobain But I don't sniff coc*ine, I sniff propane Keep me gassed up and I'm keepin' my cash up Shorty give me too much brains, keepin' me assed up (Oh) So if you wit' it, I can hit it and go And call you from the hood later when I'm huggin' a ho You see, ain't nothin' funny man, all about my money man Dressed up like a rabbit told the b**ch that she in bunny land You see that popper got her feelin' herself Literally god she feelin' herself (Oh, God) I got some sons for you and some runnas to run for you They on the block all day (Ay you) She on the block all day (Ay you) We on the block all day (Ay you) Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka