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Lench Mob incorporated Fuck with the godfather See what ya get Punishment Consequences and repercussions Understand me Y'all know what I do Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Try to go ham on porky pig Fucked up boy, that's what you did Barbed wire, come through, straight your wig Y'all can't wrestle with the giant squid Try to get that to the iron fist Act all green, I'm hot as grits Yarn in my hand, no pinky ring Godfather, nigga, I pull the strings Do what I tell'em, buy what I sell'em SongtexteFuck their master, I'm Jim Hanson See my muppets, they like duckets Y'all feeling wrong when you see that bucket Hit that coma, do what I wanna Get another jar for the organ donor Ice Cube, nigga, I know better But you ain't gotta fight When you got that Cheddar Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Try to have beef with a fucking bull With no teeth I'm about to pull I'm that dentist this the finish All the spoils go to the winners Don't go mad cause my hands are clean I'm the king, never flee on the scene Wizard of Oz, if you need a plane Need a heart? Here's a start! Don't you worry if you need the courage Y'all motherfuckers know where you heard it Gangsta, gangsta, thank me now Rap god nigga, please take a bow Can't take bullshit from a cow Don't ask who, I'mma fuck it out Thirstin' howl, will get you murdered Come to the boss if you need some work Come to the boss if you need some hurt White collar boy, if you check my shirt Here come my sons just like Lavert Gotta get my boys up out the dirt Putting the rap game on the lurp Fuck with them and I will revert Back to the old days, back to the old ways Back to the AK's fucking up doorways Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Try to play chicken with a fucking rooster Don't you worry, I'm not the shooter I M A fucking computer, with a whole army of boosters Nigga got out one piece, five piece, dime piece Cause my crimmies move like zombies Wha? Being heads to the 90' Don't act like you don't know where to find me Now, if you wanna get by me Look at all the grinding Niggas all behind me You don't wanna go to war so you start to sing Can we be friends? Pussy ass niggas by extent Pray to the God, repent your sins Ice Cube ain't like the rest of them Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Sic them youngins on 'em Try to go ham on porky pig Fucked up boy, that's what you did Try to go ham on porky pig Fucked up boy, that's what you did Try to go ham on porky pig Fucked up boy, that's what you did Try to go ham on porky pig Fucked up boy, that's what you did Aus Songtexte Mania