C-Bo - Spray Yourself Lyrics

Writer(s) : Thomas, Ricardo / Thomas, Shawn
Artist: C-Bo Lyrics
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[Yukmouth]
THUGG LORD !!!!!!!
Salute!
Whut *****, aiight, AIIGHT!
We got a ***** *** ***** in our presence

A ****ing imposter
Get yo *** up *****
what's up *****
You ain't no motha****in made man

Money don't make you no made man *****
The mob make you a made man you *****
Now get on the floor *****

[Yukmouth]
***** shank yourself
***** stab yourself
***** spray yourself
***** blast yourself
*****'s packed with wealth

Though I come through fast and stealth
Your ****in stack get dealt
Now they on their self
Like massika blast to kill

Never try to graze *****z
Just cause you a paid *****
That doesn't mean your made *****
You Gay *****

I pay *****s
To spray *****z
Lay *****z down for the gray glitter
Send you to the GRAVEDIGGAZ!...

Ready to die I ain't afraid *****
I make money, money never make.... *****z
I break *****z
Wake up with a .45 pointed in your face *****

Now where the safe *****
I take your rolex honeycomb face out the safe
I gotta get my money on straight
The South is gay

These phony *** rappers is fake
About to hate make a move out of state
Regime Killerz about face
Aw hell the Thugg Lord Salute Me!

Put 21 guns in the sky ***** rush yours
'Cause none of why'all *****z want war
Fake *** CB4, Gusto still Yuk flow whut the **** for
We I walk I scrape my knuckles across the ground

Guerrilla walking across town beating down Blood Hounds
Y'all *****z sound like Mystikal
Get some skills thuggin on wax I do this **** for real
*****!

[Chorus: Yukmouth]
You ain't a made man you made yourself
Give that ***** an AK let him spray yourself
Hey!.........
a lot of *****z get paid to wealth
Now they **** just stay on the shelf
Spray Yourself!!
[We made men, paid men, that made it all]
[Born to this **** and ready to ball]
[Spray Yourself]
[Rather then kill ya ***** on the wall]
[***** and stick the **********in Ten up in your drawers]
[Spray Yourself]

[C-BO]
Now who the **** is these weak rappers
Acting like they real but their fake phony cuban zirconan actors
The Mob father bringing it real for all the mobstars
While other *****z in this game to win an oscar

Scared of mobstas
Can't do a concert unless they are paying themself
Can't get a real ***** so they lay yourself
Hey! Hey!

Can't get the ***** unless they paying your wealth
You ************s need to spray yourself
What! What!
Heard Bossaline a major pay per event

Now we goin' see you on some murderous ****
Have you heard of this clique
Thugg Lord
Yukmouth close the door
Lets take these Toy Soldiers to war

Remember back when you wasn't ****
At my hotel with the bundles of ****
Give my a hundred g's to bust on your ****
And I touched the ****

Real *****z that had enough of this ****
Going platinum without a nann ***** bumpin your ****
Now tell me
Weak ***** how you do dat deah

Westcoast Mobb father ***** we don't care
You must of bought your own ****
To you they shoot your own ****
Came here without poppin your own deal its on *****

You must forgot when I helped your *** out
Back when you was rollin around town in a glass house
When I see how I might light that *** up
See if you westbound ***** you better gas up mash up *****

[Chorus: Yukmouth]
You ain't a made man you made yourself
Give that ***** an AK let him spray yourself
Hey!.........
a lot of *****z get paid to wealth
Now they **** just stay on the shelf
Spray Yourself!!
[We made men, paid men, that made it all]
[Born to this **** and ready to ball]
[Spray Yourself]
[Rather then kill ya ***** on the wall]
[***** and stick the **********in Ten up in your drawers]
[Spray Yourself]

[Yukmouth]
Alright
Ready to talk yourself marching
I be startin a war so just marching
Parking the ??? in front of the mansion

**** apartments
**** that **** you talking
Bullshit be barking
I often smoking blunts on my doobe in your coffin

Rap-A-Lot *****z boss ballin'
Shot callin'
The come to be the boss my *****z all flossin'
See many loss ends

Trying to keep up
Sell Cheba
Next tell selly a thousand Rap-A-Lot beepers
Smoke reefa

Regime Leader the prime suspect
Something like Puff but I got a new millimeter I ain't bust yet
It ain't a fine ***** a senorita I ain't ****ed yet
I pop X

I rub sex
They love this Thugg ****
*****z say Yuk next to take the West over
The ****in best blower

Chronic catch and sess smoker
The AK 47, Uzi, and Tec holder
I'm the ***** you heard stressed over
And get no rest over

***** wrecked by the neck screaming with sweat on ya
Go to sleep with a vest on ya
'Cause I creep death on ya
Pull my Tec on ya

Hop on dubs and skates
Sinceraly yours the ***** you love to hate
Lil *****!

[Chorus: Yukmouth]
You ain't a made man you made yourself
Give that ***** an AK let him spray yourself
Hey!.........
a lot of *****z get paid to wealth
Now they **** just stay on the shelf
Spray Yourself!!
[We made men, paid men, that made it all]
[Born to this **** and ready to ball]
[Spray Yourself]
[Rather then kill ya ***** on the wall]
[***** and stick the **********in Ten up in your drawers]
[Spray Yourself]


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