"Flippin' Chiccens" lyrics
C-Bo Lyrics
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
Y'all niggas that don't know me why the loc be fronting?
Just 'cause 38 a day I'm blunting, trey 8 for nothing
But in case for the waist for busting, close range erase your bluffing
Like major snuffing, blaze the oven
Boiling hot every time I drop
Metaphor get caught get addiction like rock on the block
And my Glock closed down shop
It's like "Cops" I'm a Bad Boy
Catch me fronting back in the rag, boy
C-Bo keep niggas all up in their peepholes
But hold up I'm lethal like blowing up a Reagle
Full of your people, Desert Eagles to your kids
I'm sick and I can't help myself
Somebody please help me before they melt me
But naw dog you ever felt me
So it's a must that I clutch guns pop pills
To keep my feelings real, illings will but hold up
It's a bust of the dough blow up
I bet that I make the world get these Nike's like sure 'nough
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
Teck, I'm Cowboy the pistol holder, the missile loader
Call me Christmas, death wish under the missile toe-ah
Off of Crys will I piss or throw up? They diss and load up
Roll through the scene with a peace sign as they get blowed up
Mob figure 'til I die, Westside off the roof with the bubble lie
Y'all don't want no trouble, guy
You rap about all that ice I could had that
Grab that, make you stab that and blast that but I'mma pass that
We ruthless, we get 'em up until they're toothless
Killing me on the West Coast nigga it's useless
I run from Seattle to Dago with my lasso
Callhourt to Paso, new force from that Avanal
29th Street to Avalon
Long Beach, Compton, Watts, E.C.'s and Magnums
357, Ghost Town, Gebermona
Hoovers and 6-O's the rest better get ghost
Fuck with real niggas that bang
Not a bitch riding a dick or the next nigga gang
With a teck that I stang from the neck to the brain
When I step in the range I get respect you know I flame
Boiling hot, make my gat roar on the spot
Disrespect the block fuck how much they got, the cops
When my weasel go pop you gets the last sound
If he ain't dead when I dump then we beat his ass down
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V..
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V..
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
I pack two Glocks, drop bodies with two shots
Run a code if they got bitch it's gots on the rocks
When my pen and pad connect, plaques I collect
Then gats I collect to keep these nacks in check
You wanna handle this with guns the stamina, son
I run tons for Pamela, one show shit forget the dough
I'm all in the get the blow
Fully automatic, cuzz, you know how shit get go
Flip mode when shit work more than a ship load
And a grip flip like in a double zip code
Your whole city locked down 'til the big bird drop
Cut for the re-copping color getting for the block
Dancing, balling snorting coke at the mansion
Add a mill plus like what the fuck
Ecstasy pills and kill, boy we play in the fields
And that 4 mill we spent sitting way in the hills
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
Y'all niggas that don't know me why the loc be fronting?
Just 'cause 38 a day I'm blunting, trey 8 for nothing
But in case for the waist for busting, close range erase your bluffing
Like major snuffing, blaze the oven
Boiling hot every time I drop
Metaphor get caught get addiction like rock on the block
And my Glock closed down shop
It's like "Cops" I'm a Bad Boy
Catch me fronting back in the rag, boy
C-Bo keep niggas all up in their peepholes
But hold up I'm lethal like blowing up a Reagle
Full of your people, Desert Eagles to your kids
I'm sick and I can't help myself
Somebody please help me before they melt me
But naw dog you ever felt me
So it's a must that I clutch guns pop pills
To keep my feelings real, illings will but hold up
It's a bust of the dough blow up
I bet that I make the world get these Nike's like sure 'nough
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
Teck, I'm Cowboy the pistol holder, the missile loader
Call me Christmas, death wish under the missile toe-ah
Off of Crys will I piss or throw up? They diss and load up
Roll through the scene with a peace sign as they get blowed up
Mob figure 'til I die, Westside off the roof with the bubble lie
Y'all don't want no trouble, guy
You rap about all that ice I could had that
Grab that, make you stab that and blast that but I'mma pass that
We ruthless, we get 'em up until they're toothless
Killing me on the West Coast nigga it's useless
I run from Seattle to Dago with my lasso
Callhourt to Paso, new force from that Avanal
29th Street to Avalon
Long Beach, Compton, Watts, E.C.'s and Magnums
357, Ghost Town, Gebermona
Hoovers and 6-O's the rest better get ghost
Fuck with real niggas that bang
Not a bitch riding a dick or the next nigga gang
With a teck that I stang from the neck to the brain
When I step in the range I get respect you know I flame
Boiling hot, make my gat roar on the spot
Disrespect the block fuck how much they got, the cops
When my weasel go pop you gets the last sound
If he ain't dead when I dump then we beat his ass down
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V..
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V..
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
I pack two Glocks, drop bodies with two shots
Run a code if they got bitch it's gots on the rocks
When my pen and pad connect, plaques I collect
Then gats I collect to keep these nacks in check
You wanna handle this with guns the stamina, son
I run tons for Pamela, one show shit forget the dough
I'm all in the get the blow
Fully automatic, cuzz, you know how shit get go
Flip mode when shit work more than a ship load
And a grip flip like in a double zip code
Your whole city locked down 'til the big bird drop
Cut for the re-copping color getting for the block
Dancing, balling snorting coke at the mansion
Add a mill plus like what the fuck
Ecstasy pills and kill, boy we play in the fields
And that 4 mill we spent sitting way in the hills
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
