Kiss Your Ass Goodbey

The Game

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    [Dj Skee]
    Dj Skee is now bringing you the raw uncensored street
    shit

    Don't kick them, yeah, and by the way...

    [Devil Voice]
    Nu Jerzey Devil

    This is a Dj Skee premiere . . [Scratches in]

    [Chorus - Sheek Louch]
    You can kiss your ass goodbyeee
    (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
    La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

    [Verse 1 - Sheek Louch]
    Aiyyo,
    The flow is here, the dough is here
    The gon' call this the hardest remix of the year
    (haha)
    The wrist is sickle, the nine is mickle (damn)
    The inside tan, the outter pickle (wooh)
    The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured (aight)
    You running you mouth, I'm gettin you jawed (ouch)
    I'm wavin the blade, I'm tellin you back up (back up)
    You empty your pockets, I picking your pack up (gimme
    that)
    You can act stupid if you wanna
    Like you don't know what block I'm in fronta (I'm
    right here nigga)
    I'm out in New York, or down in the south (no doubt)
    I'm out in the trap, with gold in my mouth (haha)
    They book me for the clubs in the hood (yeah)
    But niggas sacred to go, but Sheek Louch good
    (D-Block)
    It's loaded when I get out the car, like
    (La da daaa, laa daa daaaa)

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    [Chorus - Sheek Louch]
    You can kiss your ass goodbyeee
    (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
    La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

    [Verse 2 - Fabolous]
    Yeah, D-Block
    They say hate spread faster than love
    So the Bentley's black, same color as the mask and the
    gloves
    With me, I'mma send a bastard to bug
    'fore you get the police, the first and last of the
    gov
    These dickhead niggas, you shoot 'em the bleed comes
    The two pussies you with, just make it a threesome
    They buyin out quick, you gotta buy your C guns
    Now they spread magasines, 'fore they can read one
    My glass jar had a hell of a rerun
    (la da daaa, laa daa daaaa)
    As we proceed son, had i known
    Every hood got a street fan, if not they need one
    I'm thinking short ranged
    Gimme a sport ranged
    I wanna get warmer
    I'm jumping in the sauna
    Duck when I'm passing by
    Put your head 'tween your legs
    Kiss your ass goodbye

    [Chorus - Sheek Louch]
    You can kiss your ass goodbyeee
    (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
    La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

    [Verse 3 - Beanie Sigel]
    You niggas lost ya'll game, I'm throwin the rock down
    Just to put ya'll D, I'm back on the block now
    Running your mouth 'fore I shit all in it
    All ya'll ass, and I'm about to dig all in it
    I birthed you niggas
    I fed, and I burped you niggas
    Quick as that, I will earth you niggas
    Clothed you niggas
    Whiped the snot from the nose of you niggas
    What not to expose you niggas
    Trist knife or razor fight
    I got a year and a day
    Still played it like they gave me life
    Can't walk through these jail without shackles and two
    cops
    Throwing shit on the wall, not at the food slot
    Got connects with pops, we boofin the weed planes
    Hit my khaki's, watched them pressed for food stamps
    Respectin the jail, or checkin the mail
    I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill
    You let them DC niggas have sex in your cell
    You live with a gun, you like gettin hit from the
    front
    Stand some shit, like two dicks with no bitch
    Rumor has it, you like your chicks with no tits
    F.Y.I. your P.S.I. said you snitch
    How you blow trail and stay all rich, bitch
    Now it's time to set it off
    You got sumfn on ur chest man the tec will tear it
    off
    Mwuah

    [Chorus - Sheek Louch]
    You can kiss your ass goodbyeee
    (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
    La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

    [The Game]
    [Whisperin]
    Hurricane Game,
    welcome to your funeral motherfuckas

    [Verse 4 ? The Game]
    you rat ass nigga you run with the fags u pussy
    I shoot at your man put him in a bag you push me
    After you flop im takin your fans,
    Give you a reason to do that dumb shit with your
    hands
    Piss in your mouth and burn your promotional van
    Come to your wake and slap all 3 of your fans
    Get your mind right
    Or get your mind put right next to them all white air
    nikes
    Nails in your coffin leave them locked air tite
    Let him scream g-unit with dust in his wind pipes
    Drive him threw north philly, Brooklyn and Yonkers
    How it feel to get fucked all the way from Compton

    [Chorus - Sheek Louch]
    You can kiss your ass goodbyeee
    (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
    La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

    [Verse 5 - Jadakiss]
    alot of niggas supposed to be down, they most be
    clowns
    who think im trying to sign with H.O.V. to get close
    to the crown
    I take a couple o0o?s and Aaah?s, jewls and cars
    Screw some broads, and im still cool with Nas
    Ya real suttle still, so fuckin ill
    How you can turn an idea into a couple mill
    But everybody got they hand in the pot
    So either you cut them off or hand them a knot
    And I aint neva planning to stop, im planning to rock
    Till the rims matchin the top, and the fantom is drop
    They?ll neva get away with the shit I pull off god
    Knifes on the clutch even though I pull off hard
    And you no the old kiss, you don?t know the grown
    kiss
    Got bout 5 in me until I get homesick
    Still got access to the 2 tone bricks
    Terry cloth sweats, and wally?s that pretty tone shit

    [Chorus - Sheek Louch]
    You can kiss your ass goodbyeee
    (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
    La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

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