Kick That Shit

[Verse 1: 8Ball] Poetry sayer, true player Hay cheifa, reefer cheifa Taking niggas deeper Creep ya, to retrieve the - sticky leaf uh 8-B-A-Double-L is written on my [?] name Of the coast to coast, host with the most Transparency, meaning you can't see me like a ghost Fire from the everlasting burning in my head Creating tablets with commandments from the shit I said Funk banger, bowling ball nut swanger Making rythms using blues but I'm not a singer Call me the fat mac - cooling, smoking indo Able to make you ho pussy hotter than tabasco Heart stopper, cause I'm such a shit popper Bet your dissing gon' be waking up with Jimmy Hoffa Shut the trash up - bitch, point your ass up Kicking that shit is an event I just can't pass up [Hook: 8Ball & MJG] When the shit jumps off What you gonna do What you gonna do Kick that shit If a nigga player hates Don't let it pass What you gonna do Kick that shit If player hating turns into violating What you gonna do Kick that shit Man it's all up to you What you gonna do What you gonna do Kick that shit [Verse 2: MJG] Here comes the motherfucking only Just mack the phonies Prepare your bitches for stitches The rubberhead dick is digging digits For riches, [?] emergency Could it be that the gigolo comes out of me I'm MJG, the connoiseur, entrepreneur I lure a brick back to the house and let the freaks do her I'm going blind, the smoke is thick It's getting cloudy, I'm out this motherfucker, nigga [?] Now look who's in house, make me lend her More bullets, more, quicker than the whole crowd saw me pull it Cap 'em high, watch me shake 'em low, cause I think 'em go crazy Screaming, pay me, that nigga lazy P-Funk, hit like a tree trunk [?] Too much and, mister cuphand, now he reaching Sneaking, constantly peeping, looking for [?] She need to comprehend with the shit that I be kicking [Bridge x8] Fuck it up y'all [Hook: 8Ball & MJG] [Verse 3: 8Ball] Here it is once again - it's 8Bizzal Flipping the funky flavor with a pause Dog, what you say? Nigga, what? You mad cause I boned and broke you little slut? Fool, what you expect? I really hope a sucker get in the range of my scope uh I told you that I would blow your ass all the way Skippety-bop with my Glock like Cab Calloway Smiling, profiling, teeth glistening Talking like I'm whispering cause everybody's listening Mentioning how I'm venturing into Michigan Third under my belt, and it's still Suave click again Hear me, nigga fear me - don't come near me Santa, with anna dropping bombs down your chimney [?], tech gripper, [?] Send a nigga six feet in a box [?] tangler [Verse 4: MJG] They call me fucking G.I Left all the trees high, since I was knee-high I rampage a room full of bitches, fuck a [?] [?] While they rest they chin on my inner thigh and Really try and [?] The kinda feel to need to make a nigga believe you And did you [?] I [?], that motherfuckin shit stuck and My past shit sent to ruin, ain't true and You and your whole agenda must surrender Remember, I strike so hard I knock you down like timber Relaxing, continue stacking multiple ends Ain't looking to find a way to flip my dividends again Mr. Mackin, pistol packin' straight jackin' The shit out of a niggas anus, make you famous The [?] last night and too many fighting [?], wig splitting, he died shitting [Bridge x16] [Hook: 8Ball & MJG]