[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Aw, yeah, Skinny Pimp and 211 up in this bitch
Down with my nigga DJ Paul, the new motherfuckin' DJ
Aw, yeah, Lil Woop and the Woodlawn Posse in the house
Ayo, Paul, do that shit
[Chorus]
DJ Squeeky (Fuck you, mane)
DJ Squeeky (Die, motherfucker)
DJ Squeeky (Fuck you, bitch)
DJ Squeeky (Bring the yellow tape)
DJ Squeeky (Haha)
DJ Squeeky (Fuck you, bitch ass)
DJ Squeeky (Pop, pop, pop, drops the sucka)
DJ Squeeky (Punk-punk-punk-punk motherfucker)
[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Eenie meenie miny moe, Skinny picked the .44
Squeeky wanna scrap? Gon' get yo ass kidnapped
You sure you wanna get some? I doubt it, my nig
I tie a rop around yo neck, and drop yo sissy ass off a bridge
Suckas, they jackin', them fools put me in a straight trance
A psycho at large, I'm not from Earth, I'm from Mars, bitch
You know you can't handle me, so don't try to cross me
I'll skinny roll yo ass and put yo eyе in yo mama's coffee
Scandalous, see I'm a serious retard
I'll chop you in piecеs, I'm givin' detectives a hard job
I wanna say what's up to 211
'Cause whether we steppin' or reppin', we comin' off real
But the sucka will get smoked
Grip the M-I-C and try and talk about the Skinny P
But you cannot fuck with this style
I be flowin' to get me some things, I'm project born, bitch
So grip on some alcohol, and rub yo narcs
Nine-ninety-nine-nine, you got popped with my Glock
And if yo buddies wanna jump in this shit
Bring it on (*Gunshots*)
Let's go to war with them bitches (*Screams*)
Aw, yeah, Skinny Pimp and 211 up in this bitch
Down with my nigga DJ Paul, the new motherfuckin' DJ
Aw, yeah, Lil Woop and the Woodlawn Posse in the house
Ayo, Paul, do that shit
[Chorus]
DJ Squeeky (Fuck you, mane)
DJ Squeeky (Die, motherfucker)
DJ Squeeky (Fuck you, bitch)
DJ Squeeky (Bring the yellow tape)
DJ Squeeky (Haha)
DJ Squeeky (Fuck you, bitch ass)
DJ Squeeky (Pop, pop, pop, drops the sucka)
DJ Squeeky (Punk-punk-punk-punk motherfucker)
[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Eenie meenie miny moe, Skinny picked the .44
Squeeky wanna scrap? Gon' get yo ass kidnapped
You sure you wanna get some? I doubt it, my nig
I tie a rop around yo neck, and drop yo sissy ass off a bridge
Suckas, they jackin', them fools put me in a straight trance
A psycho at large, I'm not from Earth, I'm from Mars, bitch
You know you can't handle me, so don't try to cross me
I'll skinny roll yo ass and put yo eyе in yo mama's coffee
Scandalous, see I'm a serious retard
I'll chop you in piecеs, I'm givin' detectives a hard job
I wanna say what's up to 211
'Cause whether we steppin' or reppin', we comin' off real
But the sucka will get smoked
Grip the M-I-C and try and talk about the Skinny P
But you cannot fuck with this style
I be flowin' to get me some things, I'm project born, bitch
So grip on some alcohol, and rub yo narcs
Nine-ninety-nine-nine, you got popped with my Glock
And if yo buddies wanna jump in this shit
Bring it on (*Gunshots*)
Let's go to war with them bitches (*Screams*)
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