Smif-N-Wessun - Wipe Ya Mouf Lyrics

Writer(s) : PAUL HENDRICKS/DARRYL YATES/TACOMA WILLIAMS/K. BLAKE
Artist: Smif-N-Wessun Lyrics
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Album: Track 13 on Dah Shinin'
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Walkin' down the street, watchin' you, clockin' me
Could it be because I'm magnetic, yet it gives me a ****in' headache
'cause it's pathetic when *****s jump on ya **** and sweat it
But it gets hectic, when I set it off, by sick jazz *****s pop stressin'
Smif-N-Wessun, from the corner of my red eyes, I peeped you
But you don't know, 'cause I rock my rag real low, move slow
'cause you might get moved on, can't even get my crews on
Without *****s puttin' they screws on, **** ain't cool son
'cause soon one day I feel I'm gonna have to lay somebody for real
A deal is, but Steele is strictly business
So when **** riders slide around, I dismiss ****
And get wit, Boot Camp Clik, how we flip ****
On the regular, forever stay on our own ****

Lick off a shot, you no **** rider
Lick off a shot, you twist up ganja
Lick off a shot, you no **** rider
Lick off a shot, you big money spender
Lick off a shot, you no **** rider
Lick off a shot, you no follower
Lick off a shot, you no **** rider
Lick off a shot, for Jah Rastafari

I'm pullin' you're coats to the side of the block, we've all been to
See them on the corner when you're lookin' out ya window
The **** riders, on **** Riders Boulevard
You'se that large, and even got to look hard
You got a couple probably at the crib as we speak
In ninety now, ain't no woman town for the weak
Don't laugh though, stress'll make a ***** hurt somethin'
Precede to get some yard weed 'cause the dred is pumpin'
And as I approach and greetin' by my 'cause Roach
"What up, ya high *** *****, yo, you're shits the dope!"
And then he just K.I.M., Keep It Moving, damn
And now here comes the **** riders screamin "You da man"
Until I turn my back, bet to quick to grab the gat
The head **** rider said "I know where he live at"
See that's what I'm talkin', suckin' **** while you're walkin'
Now you'se the target of the Boot Camp stalk kids

Lick off a shot, you no **** rider
Lick off a shot, you no cop blocker
Lick off a shot, you no **** rider
Lick off a shot, you do ganja hot seller
Lick off a shot, you no **** rider
Lick off a shot, for number 1 mama
Lick off a shot, you no **** rider
Lick off a shot, for the rebel winner

Aiyo Haktu (what up son?) You know money over there? (nah)
The one who wan stare over here like I'm tried scared
Me, or maybe check what I wear, see I represent lovely
For my Timb tree to my D-I-see-K, every day, all day, we stay read up
If you ride dicks, then shut up, keep it movin, 'cause
I'm fed up

You took the words right out my mouth, ST
Got *****s ridin' we, tryna' suck on these trees
Pockets full of lent, hummers browner than ****
Wanna suck and duck, 'cause he's the neighborhood ****
Rider, if I was a bag of smoke, would I be chocolate?
It's Smif-N-Wessun, keep our **** out ya mouth kid


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