2004 Warmup Songtext
Ey yo whatsup you know who the fuck this is, it?s the kid Banks ya heard me? The number 1 fuckin Draft Pick in any hood! G-G-G-G-UNIT!!!
Look Banks bout the bubble like crush grapes
I don?t give a fuck, wait but bring me my cut laid in this ducktape.
My heart?s colder than upstate so I aint got time for relationships give me a slut gate.
I?m far from sweet but can?t get enough cake, nigga I put you on your ass like tough breaks. Bitch you be rich If you can spend babies, I disrespect niggas, call men ladies,
Round from the gun sound like M-80?s, Timbs all year, Black, Brown and Gravy
Banks got a Gun to the back down and navy so if you owe me, get smacked down and pay me
Im honest, it aint no loss, nigga I don?t even need in restaurants if it aint no froz
I throw combos, Six fo?s and Five?s, and put your hand out, if it aint for a five
These rap niggas following me like tour guides, talking gangsta, like they got more lobs
I pound out pussy, leave her with sore thighs, nigga I been fuckin with tits with before eyes
You might see me in the shit that store hots, I don?t care I punch niggas with four Oz
Every Bar takes away a little more bright, I got something from Big Small and tour Guys
We might pull up and Big Small in tour rides, Might pull up and put up a bullet in your ride
Niggas want it with Banks even the whores tried, I put something in your gut through your door slide
For the talks I never fall in Love with them clothes, I?m Ghetto, Timbaland Bubblegum Sauce
I done seen girls turning to Doubledumb hoes, then they get pregnant, another one grows
Haters must runnin see the brother gun blow, get at me the kid with the number 1 flow
If it?s one on one hoe, sit back and blow me and argue over my balls like Shaq and Kobe
Yeah I know me, relax twist back the drowie yack and moley, fuck around and yack your roley
I don?t want problems if your give me death to show me, nuthin but cocklovers runnin with Axel Foley
I aint got no aim but to slop you sprayers, hittin up the wall more than hockey players
Niggas, thought I was sleep, and jock me later get your own shit, why you wanna copy hater?
I?m a big dog, you a puppy child, hoes wanna fuck me now cuz they hear my name like the Puffy trial
That nigga got a bad temper plus he foul, blowin dro hand pic form my pluffy spell
Yeah, here we go!
That wasn?t ignorant, I?m just playin?
Look Banks bout the bubble like crush grapes
I don?t give a fuck, wait but bring me my cut laid in this ducktape.
My heart?s colder than upstate so I aint got time for relationships give me a slut gate.
I?m far from sweet but can?t get enough cake, nigga I put you on your ass like tough breaks. Bitch you be rich If you can spend babies, I disrespect niggas, call men ladies,
Round from the gun sound like M-80?s, Timbs all year, Black, Brown and Gravy
Banks got a Gun to the back down and navy so if you owe me, get smacked down and pay me
Im honest, it aint no loss, nigga I don?t even need in restaurants if it aint no froz
I throw combos, Six fo?s and Five?s, and put your hand out, if it aint for a five
These rap niggas following me like tour guides, talking gangsta, like they got more lobs
I pound out pussy, leave her with sore thighs, nigga I been fuckin with tits with before eyes
You might see me in the shit that store hots, I don?t care I punch niggas with four Oz
Every Bar takes away a little more bright, I got something from Big Small and tour Guys
We might pull up and Big Small in tour rides, Might pull up and put up a bullet in your ride
Niggas want it with Banks even the whores tried, I put something in your gut through your door slide
For the talks I never fall in Love with them clothes, I?m Ghetto, Timbaland Bubblegum Sauce
I done seen girls turning to Doubledumb hoes, then they get pregnant, another one grows
Haters must runnin see the brother gun blow, get at me the kid with the number 1 flow
If it?s one on one hoe, sit back and blow me and argue over my balls like Shaq and Kobe
Yeah I know me, relax twist back the drowie yack and moley, fuck around and yack your roley
I don?t want problems if your give me death to show me, nuthin but cocklovers runnin with Axel Foley
I aint got no aim but to slop you sprayers, hittin up the wall more than hockey players
Niggas, thought I was sleep, and jock me later get your own shit, why you wanna copy hater?
I?m a big dog, you a puppy child, hoes wanna fuck me now cuz they hear my name like the Puffy trial
That nigga got a bad temper plus he foul, blowin dro hand pic form my pluffy spell
Yeah, here we go!
That wasn?t ignorant, I?m just playin?
2004 Warmup Video
