Текст песни Maniac Ridaz

[Soldado Joke Dogg]

I'm gangsta steppin

Representin my block

Jokes be the name

702 comin through yo hood

Putting hollow slugs all up in your brain

Throw it up for ya gang

I'm givin a fuck

I be the one that be gunnin for fun

Sin City gang with a bang

Really think you can hang with the sick ass Sin City thugs

Fuck No!

I'm ridin dirty

With the heat in my hand

Stay bumpin when I'm swervin

All day, steady curbin

Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin

I'm creepin and callin your homies

Up on it and you callin for help

But nobody's there

Now I'm the suspect of a bloodbath

And I left him dead 'cause nobody cares

Joke Doggy Dogg bringin heat everywhere that I go

'Cause a gangsta like me gotta watch his back

And a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blast

Fuck that I'm ridin

Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes

And the briefcase sittin right by my side

9-milla glock and a chrome.45

And I know that all of my murderers

Heard of this gangsta, crackin necks

Runnin all night with a jet black 9

In a g-ride killin up your whole set

Givin a damn with a strap in my hand

Unloadin on every puto that I can

Fuckin up playas up in Las Vegas

Erasin these hataz is the masterplan bitch

[Chorus: Eklypss]

So now,

Whatchu gon' do when we hit them sticks

And hit your block like some maniac ridaz

So sick and do shit to you Ripley's wouldn't believe

We got some other sick tricks hidden up our sleeve

So just pass the liquor

Pass the weed

Pass us the PCP

And you gon' see

How we pull straps out of a hat and bust caps

And make you bitch ass niggaz take foreverlong naps

[Eklypss]

I twist 'em up like a tornado

Turn tasmanian

Crack a cranium

Devlish like that evil motherfucker Damien

Cuttin loose

I'm startin funk like farts

Doom juice with doom roots

I'm rippin fruit loops apart

I'm infested with doom

Infected with the plague

Got a bitch to lick my wounds

My enemies is dead

Pay attention, did I mention I'm down with Siccmade niggaz?

That'll kill a bitchmade nigga

Twist 'em like a french braid nigga

Jump on a plane

We meetin Osama Bin Laden

You betta jump on your cellular phone

And call your mama

'Cause aint nobody gon' make it home

It's all drama

As I parachute up out that motherfucker

I yell Geroni-mo

But you don't hear me though

At 30, 000 feet up in the air, it's impossible

See I'm that nigga

That'll land in a bitches yard

Dick hard enough to cut through her patio glass and in barge

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Up in her crib

I don't need her permission

'Cause I aint gonna let her live

I stay sick with it

And come equipped with it

After I finish with that bitch they know Eklypss did it

[Chorus: Eklypss]

So now,

Whatchu gon' do when we hit them sticks

And hit your block like some maniac ridaz

So sick and do shit to you Ripley's wouldn't believe

We got some other sick tricks hidden up our sleeve

So just pass the liquor

Pass the weed

Pass us the PCP

And you gon' see

How we pull straps out of a hat and bust caps

And make you bitch ass niggaz take foreverlong naps

[Pit]

I'm fresh out the county jail

Just graduated from an anger management program

I like to punish niggaz

Slow your roll like a traffic jam

It's the nigga with a smile turned upside down

I keep it rough neck style

I walk the walk

I talk the talk

It aint that punk David Banner

It's the motherfuckin hawk

Chokin bitch niggaz out

But I keep it gangsta with the sawed-off

Your body hauled off

Cause your motherfuckin face'll be tore off

Gotta keep it gangsta

'Cause we dog bitch niggaz

Got itchy fingers

Along with triggas that'll scratch em

And load 'em up, unload 'em

And let bitch niggaz have it

Ghetto savage

My claws 3 loaded automatics

That'll rip your ass like Wolverine

When I'm on that Ol' E and Listerine

A gruesome scene,

Seeing your homie gettin shot in the neck

Have your bitch ass smokin a stick

Just to deal with his death

Now, 1 plus 1 equals 2

That's what I assume

It mean bitch niggaz hang with other bitch niggaz

I got him now I'm comin after you

I'm wicked and doom

So hop your bitch ass in this infected canoe

Make no mistake

Yeah nigga you dead

I take his soul across the foggy lake

No escape

Bring the chalk

And the yellow tap

It's just another flat-footed cop

Closin a bloody murder case

I aint playin no games

And I aint speakin in riddles

But you niggaz is sweet and colorful

Like a bag of skittles

All about my skrilla and bittles

Always packin pistols

It's kinda mystical

My thug niggaz appear like ninjas

Off my gangsta whistle

Apocalyptic, season if the sickness

You must repent

I reveal your strongest weakness

When I hit yo block and leave you wicked

Some niggaz call me a demon

'Cause I see the future livin gruesome

Snoop on a snake ass nigga like an eagle

Sin City dark angel