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Sneeko G
Tha Flat Land King
Dubb K-Wichita, Kansas
North Side Spokesman
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,063
Peak in subgenre #141
Author
Sneeko G
Uploaded
December 19, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:22
Story behind the song
This is song is basiclly a record that you can throw on in the club on in any party and get it popp'n. It also gives you a small view inside my town and how we talk.
Lyrics
this is a power move for me and my clique/ so if you hating Raw Business homie then suck a mean dick/ not just the top of it but yeah the whole pole/ and after that homie shove it up your asshole/ we getting bank roles you already know you keep my name on your lips just like a dick hoe/ Shit homie let me take that shit back jus try'n to warn you cats that you done swagger jack the wrong mack/ and to answer the question where the head bussa been at grind'n hardv pimp stack cheese jus like a fat rat/ or sitt'n back inthe lab smoking a hay stack trying to get my nigga jax to play the fuck'n track back/ my location shit I'm the middle of the map where niggahs love to highcap why they pitch'n they loose track/ so when you see me homie tip yo hat chunk up the duece behind that come give my hand a slap say what's up wit it
Northside, Southside (Whats up wit it!)(What up!)
Eastside, Westside(Whats up wit it)(What up)
Dubb-k we gone ride(Whats up wit it)
we gone shut the town down tonight
And to them hustlas bussing heads going hard duck'n feds
And to that table full a dimes in the back stand up and shake your booty ASAP
A known bread posurer/ I was raised on Volustia now its hosta over rugas cause we known to shoot you/ but I'm a killer for a cause yeah its all for a reason/ try'n stop all these weak rap niggahs from breathing/ keep talk'n down homie let that be the reason/ this is to all the local rap and generally speaking/ lyriclly speaking you it man I'm running the region/ not lyrical content its other reason I pratice my preachings/ plus you cats is out their straving me I'm straving and eat'n you had years to get on homie it ain't no reason/ could it be that I'm walking and you just start teething or could it be that I'm a grown man and your pads is link'n bitch/ get rich don't worry bout my doe/ that shit goes against everything a niggah is told/ been in the game writing sense I was Eight years old/ the bronze metal I got for rapping skip gold and went to platinum whats up wit it/
