Doobie Slim - Intro Lyrics

We ain't stopping 'till them bitch ass niggas say that it's enough
Ain't shit to discuss
Me and mines gone light shit up
A double M Cutta, take ya time no need to rush
Turn ya speakers up
Killers say they needing us
One of my older niggas said you a soldier nigga, step back for you buss
I been told a Nigga, I roll a nigga, don't play tough
I been tryna stay outside the mix but
I keep falling in
Hit the gram, they made another fake page about my dog again

Niggas cool bitches, if shit go down, know I ain't calling him
No, I ain't starve with him
Get on the court, I ain't pass that ball to him
I might nodd Again
RP fifteen, not the Mbox
She was cool at first then get to geeking in my inbox
Y'all really just starting to know, but bitch I been hot
In class, writing raps, the teacher say, my grades dropped
My Muslim man a front a couple yea's, you better pay ahk
Niggas say he got the hood jamming ain't got a block
Not one, not two
Nigga, not even a half
It's about fifteen niggas with at least ten, bitch do the math
We don't do the pro's, I told my bro, go get another mag
He say I'm tripping, shit you gone be tripping, when that bitch jam
You ain't got your gun and gotta run you better zig zag
Big Acc, MDX bitch, watch how I bip that
I like Hondas too but in this Acc, he gone get did bad
All these pounds on the table, you gone ask me where the fent at