Текст песни Do The Robot

(([This song is near impossible to follow along with {Very fast} so feel free to edit]))

Pop kockin and robotin my tone [tanked]
Clean fifty my pockets and my pants [send]
I go holdin my breath im feelin drowsy
Spread that sucka repellin get him up of me
Head over heels for [screel]
Gotta get money, gotta stay fitted in my automobile
Fine china worse [grill] wit act deal
Dish talk like rain [speel]
Little bit of whammy, little bit of burgendale
I gon say my name too much, aw what the hell
Turf talk don't unleash their secret,
Where them ganstas at, I aint got no one to beef with
Parkin off incredible hulk
On top of my box, doin the robot

[chorus (Consists of 'do the robot', and 'don't stop')]

they say I don't come like genocidal
purgotry [right'en] cut out the bottle
Whether its pistols or drinks I love to pop em
Just jew wills I always rock em
Purple whip, purple cream, purple stock
[Quarter's half's sound like I got em all in the trunk]
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You niggas better learn that mozilla aint no punk
Lay the club phat, if a nigga get crunk
[Robotin potluck i figure aint in hold a stud]
Mini shoots again the hood rats x symbol
Well ima keep it movin with the tv's in my door panel
Split off the block like a Alamo
Sick wit a belly, 30 niggas got hells bro

[Chorus]

[Sline] in my candy choice wit all my boys
The law say we drink too much but fuck the roys
Still makin noise they knowin we runnin the spot
Beefin wit the [beddin] its makin your hood hot
It don't stop, we potlocked n hit the scene
Double fisted talk and shit with pre teens
The whole team, turn our backs and big [hean]
So clean, we put em up sitten all gleam
We used to it, we woulda known for showin up, to show out
Bust back, we turn it out
No doubt we keep waitin n there is a drought, we run routes
and go deep like Dan [frowts],
dont pull it out 'till it's all said and done
potlocking, and robotin holdin my gun
[chorus]