Fish Head Stew歌词-Mac Dre

Fish Head Stew歌词由Mac Dre演唱，出自专辑《Mac Dre: Romp in Peace / Johnny Ca$h: Thizz in Peace》，下面是《Fish Head Stew》完整版歌词！

Fish Head Stew歌词完整版

I'm a hutch peeler with much scrilla and

I love to get high homie

Shady character like

Don King so you better keep your eye on me

I done bust n***az in the grill and had 'em wearin partials

Jacked high rollers and ran from the

US marshalls

It's called survival and only the strong can survive

And went the distance with the feds while some of my partners took a dive

Strive to stay alive can't let no n***a smudder me

Got to stay f r double e and keep these b***hes lovin me

Sippin bubbly breakin down buds from a fat sack

Arts craft shack

Pillows and cigarillos and backwood leaves

And I drinks

Hen by the gallon so sometimes

I might trip

Infrared beam with black talons and that extended clip

Quick to do some sprayin so n***a watch what you sayin

You'll get your show cancelled like

Keenan and

I'm just a pimp mane tryin to stack some

Francs So

I can have

French maids pedicure my bunions

Oh you ain't knowin what is you new

Mac Dre shake broke h*es with bolos and kids

Tell a b***h she can take a long walk off a short bridge

And hope she land in shark infested waters

Heartless takin over turfs like

Nino did to

Corace Kidnapped by the feds and treated like a sucker

But now I'm free they see payback's a motherf**ker

I'm sickenin like d**kin all they daughters and nieces

Now CO's and

PO's want me restin in pieces

Gettin peace is so hard that it'll make your nose bleed

And I been smokin since n***az was on gold w**d

Born to be a player rhyme sayer and clock grits

Strapped with two 23 speedin chop sticks

Quick to kick a b***h to the curb

And get back with her on a 33rd

I never worry never worry it's all copastetic

I be fitted dipped in butter hair cut like

Kobe Blindin 'em with science like

Thomas Dolby

Pullin on black

MI sippin top shelf

Cuevo Playin with my hutch hair while she lickin on my navel

Stable full of money makin stallions

Been in the feds with dreads from

Jamaica and

Italians Shrimp scampi eater

Puffin purple cush at the building with my cousons

Strapped armed ready ain't nobody goosin me

Where the airbags used to be

Boy you should see how

I act off the privilege

Hennessy is like

Popeye's spinach

I'm ready to take heads off gunplay or fight

I dot eyes and have 'em wearin they sunglasses at night

Fool that's real that ain't no frontin

Them punk a*s n***az don't wanna see

Dre about nothin