Ice-T Lyrics
16. Sondoobiest (Interlude)
Featuring Sondoobiest
AAAAAAWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!! [Sondoobiest] Mic smugglers, hustlers, hold your jugglers Forty guzzlers, muscular, Son'll fuck wit'cha One of ya, actin' funnier, think you're hungrier Some of y'all know, the streets stay ghetto govenor Swash Buckler, Club King, pull the gun to her For the love of her, punish 'em, drop they juggler Son's guns stompin' dirt, hurts come at runnier Son's luckier, put your money up and stumbler Raise her birthday, cut yo' - Son Gun-the-Gun Comes from vomit coke, drunk number runs Club tumblers who thug wit' us - double up Mother-luggers shots blast, Ice what the fuck?!!
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