Movie Niggas - Sheek Louch

Aced out yached out not givin a fruck

West side highway doin over a buck

Broad day its like Curtis May shotgun wit me

White airs, blue jeans this the top of dickie

I ain’t picky, some sticky in the bitch to roll it

Phat ass Lui or Gucci or work to hold it

50 thousand big heads kind of hard to fold it

And I don’t need needle or threat to say I sold it

Big money, big guns and all that stuff

Black brief case, one wrist handcuff

You get you man snuffed

Fuck 'em like G-O-D

Got that white boy sellin like pOD

And I ain’t tryin to sun ya’ll

Or some tough guy shit I just ain’t scared to none ya’ll

Run ya’ll

Ten years strong, you one year weak

Ya’ll ain’t fuckin wit Sheek

Bark at the frawg

Yo Sheek

Wuttup nigga

Show these mothafuckers yea the retail price

That cost to get they face blowned off

200 bean if that

Cuz is no lost 'em

Niggaz don’t give a fuck if you come up short, naw

You fuckin wit gangsta

Architecture niggaz that pain all loosely

Twist you back like we just twist the top of coolie, at the Oscars

Jane all doogie

Stick up kids is the name of our movie, nigga

Yo I get married in crutch Velvet

Diamond chip shit that’ll squash elders

You know the steez when I come through steamin my stones

Through on eight floor studed it out cleanin my chrome

I disinfect niggaz, wash 'em, rinse 'em and hang dry 'em

Bang iron, to all top is pro-long cuz it takes science

No larceny, murder experts in the feds, yo they on to me

Like I murdered Vonny, me and Sheek Louch

we can regroup, we can recoupe

We eat leak soup, speed race across country in the mean coupe

We got whips and big chains at the day back routes

Enron money, they say we goin down on tax invasion

Tellin cops if they try to cuff us the max is sprayin

Finally the head in they hats where they badge is layin

On the floor right along where their colleague is prayin

Nigga, this is Theodore and D-Block

Fuck 'round and get your meat chopped

Ease back, whats that all about, huh?

I dare ya’ll niggaz tryin to play Sheek Louch out

Like I don’t find talent like a Yankees Scout

Like I ain’t still got it when papi on the drought

The hood got swear tryin to be circle

I don’t give a fuck I’ll leave a bunch dead Urkels

I don’t pillow talk, I’ll tell a hoe what she need to know

I don’t care if she thicker than pizza dough, I’m out standin

I ain’t even landin in the same place I use to when I come down high

I wake up wit two bitches in between my thigh

And I ain’t hollywood or rich, bitch I ain’t Mcky

I just mad at tellin a good ass lie

Yo, nuttin 'bout me soft, I don’t care if you got cake

whateva, go’head go on brush you shoulders off

I be in the hood, Sheek Louch good