(What you want to see Jose for?)
(Read about that tomorrow)
(Oh is you)
(Where is Jose?)
(What you want him for?)
(I have sum'n for him)
(Give it to me, I will give it to him)
(Hmm, so you want to give it to him)
(I have sum'n for you too you know)
(Mi God! Look what mi get miself into now)
Yeah
Bad man ting
Now-now look what you got yourself into
Now look what you got yourself into
Now-now look what you got yourself into
Now look what you got yourself into
Now-now look what you got yourself into
Now look what you got yourself into
Now-now look what you got yourself into
Now look what you got yourself into
Ah, need more clips to fill another gun
Said he loaded three more clips
Go fill another one
Hold it, we won't slip
So bring another one
Control dis big old stick
And bukka-bukka-buk
Potent big ol' spliff
So build another one
Big boulders big ol' bricks
Here hold this, big ol' splits
They're just donuts, big ol' dicks
"There goes Footsie, there goes Giggs!"
I got 'em yellin' out
What Foots what, there's no piff?
I'll get the lemon out
Control dat big ol' bitch
Come over, hold dat big ol' zip
Got so much hoes that he don't fish
I swing that golf club he won't miss
I hold up guns won't see no fist
You won't see no tongues or see no kiss
Ooh switch it
We gon' flip and buss a burger
Soldiers we gon' rip, it's bloody murder
Hocus pocus, dis ain't no trick, dat ain't a learner
Pricks best focus 'cause here go six
I got the burner bulging, big ol' dick
It's gonna turn out holey, you know Swiss
That likkle pum-pum swollen, you know bitch
I see dat plan unfolding, you know rich
I'm getting paid, oh Rico , you know Mitch
And when I cut those lights won't see no switch
They're cartoons like Lilo you know Stitch
I spit shit like (Pft) won't see no pips
I roll low key, tinted DLOW whips
I might scratch that finger, you know itch
I said if it ain't broken then we won't fix
I might whip dat hair back Willow Smith
Geez!
Now-now look what you got yourself into
Now look what you got yourself into
Now-now look what you got yourself into
Now look what you got yourself into
Now-now look what you got yourself into
Now look what you got yourself into
Now-now look what you got yourself into
Now look what you got yourself into
You're in deep shit and can't get out
Man have got heat
And with the flames get out
Everybody here best start get out
A man got hit, got left to die
Hit him in his lung and his lung bled out
The time of death, the coroner read out
It was kind of early
He said man got whipped at 4:30
He thought he was roadman
Now he's all cold, fam
Laying on the floor 'cause he's not worthy
Premature, man'll buss all early
Gun in hand, firing all sturdy
You man look kind of nerdy
But your girl looks good, come here Shirley
And take this dick, it's big and burly
(Yeah) Yeah, come on over
Them man there man will run all over
I can see a couple man a move like a cobra (Snake)
I'm a boss, boss, tell 'em a solider
Yeah, I'll get to work
You heard what I said, "Get to work"
Before the ting was on safety
Now it's set to merk
Extended clip'll extend the work
Look, you'll get smothered in dirt
Giggs and Footsie shovelling dirt
Nah, you don't wanna end up in a hole
The roads are fucked
They'll take their toll
I am a situation you can't control (Trust me)
I'm well out out of order
I'll come with a gun that works
None of my guns are out of order
Now-now look what you got yourself into
Now look what you got yourself into
Now-now look what you got yourself into
Now look what you got yourself into
Now-now look what you got yourself into, into, into

Writer(s): Nat Powers, Footsie & Giggs.