"M TOWN TO N.O." lyrics
Kordhell, DJ Paul & B.G. Lyrics
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While—while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While—while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, blood, blood
Murder us and rob us, and stalk us with the choppers
Riding in the Charger with bitches that take charges
Riding dirty, nose dirty, in the dump on double birdies
Double Glocks, double switches, double clips, shooting 30s
Khakis with the weed box, white tee, and grizzly fitted
Glock in my drawers as I walk the motherfuckin' city
Bitches sellin' ass on the blade, just to get some dough
Cut it with a blade and they stick it up their fuckin' nose
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While—while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While - while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, blood, blood
From New Orleans to Memphis, niggas killin' and pimpin'
Niggas cookin' and whippin', niggas packagin' and shippin'
You know them hot girls ride it, suck it, and lick it
They like to swallow everything, they don't waste it or spit it
Might end up on First 48, playin' around in the city
Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras, it all goes down in the city
You hear a nigga holla "Whine," and he's from the city
DJ Paul B. Jizzle, we come from the trenches
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While—while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While - while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, blood, blood
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While—while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While - while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, blood, blood
While—while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While—while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, blood, blood
Murder us and rob us, and stalk us with the choppers
Riding in the Charger with bitches that take charges
Riding dirty, nose dirty, in the dump on double birdies
Double Glocks, double switches, double clips, shooting 30s
Khakis with the weed box, white tee, and grizzly fitted
Glock in my drawers as I walk the motherfuckin' city
Bitches sellin' ass on the blade, just to get some dough
Cut it with a blade and they stick it up their fuckin' nose
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While—while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While - while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, blood, blood
From New Orleans to Memphis, niggas killin' and pimpin'
Niggas cookin' and whippin', niggas packagin' and shippin'
You know them hot girls ride it, suck it, and lick it
They like to swallow everything, they don't waste it or spit it
Might end up on First 48, playin' around in the city
Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras, it all goes down in the city
You hear a nigga holla "Whine," and he's from the city
DJ Paul B. Jizzle, we come from the trenches
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While—while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While - while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, blood, blood
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While—while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While - while I hit the fucking bump
Now—, now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, blood, blood
