"Ewok Down" lyrics
Mdot 59, Jay5ive & Doomsday Lyrics
[Jay5ive:]
Greah, graow, graow, nigga
Neaky, Eli, Weldon
He get slapped with the back of the pole
If I got the gun up on me, I'ma throw
M-move out the way when we bend on the O's
N-Notti and Dotty and Noah we smoke
E with the Dot shouldn't play with his pole
Fuck a 2 to the 6, we done threw on them both
Ewokk down and got citizen pingin'
Better get out my ear, nigga, I'm 'bout to blow
See a opp over East, we start buggin'
You better not run up on me tryna bluff it
MCFK, I had everyone duckin'
Throw an L on the floor, nigga, don't try to tuck it
[Mdot 59:]
Better ask how I get with the Prime and the Hound
Start to wavin' and backin' 'em down
We on the opps, nigga, never or now
Nigga, he better back it and throw at the crowd
I'm with the Hound, but he dunk on a Hound
Get to wavin', it's barkin', it's gettin' real loud
59 Mando on who? Nigga, I make the rules, I don't like you? You better get down
Yeah, I'm with '5ive tryna bend on the 'Hive, yeah, I act how I act when nobody around
He tried to push up on me, then he boxed it, .45 bark fell in love with the sound
How the fuck do they throw for the Makk if they never threw shots for the Makk and they never got back?
Pop wanna rap and then go back to hidin' and that's why the Jet took one and got packed
We was blitzin' through both ways, Harlem too far? We gon' troop down the block and go flick on the Makk
Like, blame Pop started flickin' his wrist, so we started flickin' our wrists on the Makks
Brim love shit, but we landed the Jet for the Jet, word to bro, nigga, go blame Pop
He started flickin' his wrists back to back on the 'Gram, word to bro it was makin' us hot
Boy said, "Fuck it, let's show 'em a vibe we gon' do it for Nu", bitches gave us the drop
Creep, creep double hands on the pole, told bro "Fall back" all he heard was the shots
[Jay5ive:]
Nigga, you better get out the way, nigga, I get to throwin', he hanging with opps
I might bend with a Prime tryna throw on the Prime, nigga, you know the vibes, look what happened to Dot
E-EG soft, how the fuck is they crazy? Like, word to my deads, I done [?] through they block
Word to bro, I fear nobody, y'all niggas know what's up, word to my dead, we'll come through the lot
Nigga, you gotta jack me or clap me
Can't get on the ride if you don't got a passy
Bro-bro got the .Trey poppin', that shit was nasty
D's on my bop, niggas keep tryna grab me
St. NickK, niggas smokin' on Fatty
In the back of the 'Hive, tryna see where the Makks be
Baow, baow, baow
Greah, graow, graow, nigga
Neaky, Eli, Weldon
He get slapped with the back of the pole
If I got the gun up on me, I'ma throw
M-move out the way when we bend on the O's
N-Notti and Dotty and Noah we smoke
E with the Dot shouldn't play with his pole
Fuck a 2 to the 6, we done threw on them both
Ewokk down and got citizen pingin'
Better get out my ear, nigga, I'm 'bout to blow
See a opp over East, we start buggin'
You better not run up on me tryna bluff it
MCFK, I had everyone duckin'
Throw an L on the floor, nigga, don't try to tuck it
[Mdot 59:]
Better ask how I get with the Prime and the Hound
Start to wavin' and backin' 'em down
We on the opps, nigga, never or now
Nigga, he better back it and throw at the crowd
I'm with the Hound, but he dunk on a Hound
Get to wavin', it's barkin', it's gettin' real loud
59 Mando on who? Nigga, I make the rules, I don't like you? You better get down
Yeah, I'm with '5ive tryna bend on the 'Hive, yeah, I act how I act when nobody around
He tried to push up on me, then he boxed it, .45 bark fell in love with the sound
How the fuck do they throw for the Makk if they never threw shots for the Makk and they never got back?
Pop wanna rap and then go back to hidin' and that's why the Jet took one and got packed
We was blitzin' through both ways, Harlem too far? We gon' troop down the block and go flick on the Makk
Like, blame Pop started flickin' his wrist, so we started flickin' our wrists on the Makks
Brim love shit, but we landed the Jet for the Jet, word to bro, nigga, go blame Pop
He started flickin' his wrists back to back on the 'Gram, word to bro it was makin' us hot
Boy said, "Fuck it, let's show 'em a vibe we gon' do it for Nu", bitches gave us the drop
Creep, creep double hands on the pole, told bro "Fall back" all he heard was the shots
[Jay5ive:]
Nigga, you better get out the way, nigga, I get to throwin', he hanging with opps
I might bend with a Prime tryna throw on the Prime, nigga, you know the vibes, look what happened to Dot
E-EG soft, how the fuck is they crazy? Like, word to my deads, I done [?] through they block
Word to bro, I fear nobody, y'all niggas know what's up, word to my dead, we'll come through the lot
Nigga, you gotta jack me or clap me
Can't get on the ride if you don't got a passy
Bro-bro got the .Trey poppin', that shit was nasty
D's on my bop, niggas keep tryna grab me
St. NickK, niggas smokin' on Fatty
In the back of the 'Hive, tryna see where the Makks be
Baow, baow, baow
