[intro (talking)]
imma make the hits
yall book the shows
[Hook]
Aiyyo
Bling bling, whats that? Sheek Louch is back
Ride ride, you got my back? where the heaters at?
12 gauge, tech nines, yo! where the hit em at?
D block, we got `em going crazy, crazy
[Verse One]
Aiyyo, whos that looking through my window
Blaaaow, y`all muh`fuckas know my style
Any nigga looking and I`m daffy ducking his ass
Beat upside down, straight bucking his ass
Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his ass
Old man style, bust a bottle, cut `em wit glass
Yeeeeeah!, it can be who? Sheek the mc
Spit hard, the mc, in the yard, the mc
I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper
Thats why my vobulary sick
Use big words like, suck-my-dick
You dont wanna play Louch, wit out entering cheats
I`m like Eddie Kane nigga from the Five Heart Beats
Coke thicker than ya muh`fucking cream of wheats
Paper too small nowadays, I write on sheets
And I done made so many hits, I`m about to cop cleats
[Hook]
[Verse Two]
Without baking soda still keep the arm and hammer
D block flag waving on the rangest tanner
In our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana
Spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana
Listen, if you wit us no time for bailing
Sheek Louch, D-block, stop Rose like jalen
No bull, nickle plate catch me pailing
Scoop big niggaz, put `em through half the sailing
Yeah! I dont care if I sell or not
The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove
Fuck mainstream, keep me wit gangstah love
Street shit, Sheek shit, bring life to tug
Ha ha, I`m like new, but I been here tho
Just low, I ain`t drop and y`all wanting a show
Book it, let the hood in and let me rock
Bring the hardest niggaz from ya block, what up!
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
I got ? signs, fuck dog, beware the owner
Step out, shopping boxes, Lemon Coronna
Scratching my ass, hoping that the kids tresspass
One of `em vietnam niggaz, my stitch wit hair triggers
I`m hot like, bout to start breaking you up
I feel the earths a little baller niggaz shaking me up
I`m bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up
I get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cup
And yo what, thats right, the god sick wit it
May be before, but right now the kid Louch forget it
I`m the best out right now, spread the news
I could write a book, Louch the new Langston Hughes
Yellow Play Boy nigga, stin Pepe Lepues
I dont just clap, Sheek`ll make the 4 go off
Espionage and all that, like ????
Hit the block and make the o`s go off, oow!
