Kiss Your Ass Goodbye (Extended Remix)

[Dj Skee] Dj Skee is now bringing you the raw uncensored street shit This is a Dj Skee premiere [Hook: Sheek Louch] You can kiss your ass goodbye (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block) La da daaa, laa daa daaaa [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Aiyyo The flow is here, the dough is here The gon' call this the hardest remix of the year (haha) The wrist is sickle, the nine is nickle (damn) The inside tan, the outter pickle (wooh) The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured (aight) You running you mouth, I'm gettin you jawed (ouch) I'm wavin the blade, I'm tellin you back up (back up) You empty your pockets, I picking your pack up (gimme that) You can act stupid if you wanna Like you don't know what block I'm in fronta (I'm right here nigga) I'm out in New York, or down in the south (no doubt) I'm out in the trap, with gold in my mouth (haha) They book me for the clubs in the hood (yeah) But niggas sacred to go, but Sheek Louch good (D-Block) It's loaded when I get out the car, like (La da daaa, laa daa daaaa) [Hook: Sheek Louch] You can kiss your ass goodbyeee (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block) La da daaa, laa daa daaaa [Verse 2: Fabolous] Yeah, D-Block They say hate spread faster than love So the Bentley is black, same color as the mask and the gloves With me, I'mma send a bastard above Before he give the police, the first and last of your gov These dickhead niggas, you shoot 'em they bleed cum The two pussies they with, just make it a threesome They buyin' out quick, you gotta buy your seed guns Now they spraying magasines, 'fore they can read one My glass jar had a hell of a rerun (la da daaa, laa daa daaaa) As we proceed son, had I known Every hood got a street fan, if not they need one I'm thinking short ranged, gimme a sport ranged And when it get warmer, I'm jumpin' in the sauna Duck when I'm passing by, put your head 'tween your legs Kiss your ass goodbye [Hook: Sheek Louch] You can kiss your ass goodbyeee (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block) La da daaa, laa daa daaaa [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] You niggas lost ya'll game, I'm throwin the rock down Just to put ya'll D, I'm back on the block now Running your mouth 'fore I shit all in it All ya'll ass, and I'm about to dig all in it I birthed you niggas, I fed and I burped you niggas Quick as that, I will earth you niggas Clothed you niggas Wiped the snot from the nose of you niggas What not to expose you niggas Trist knife or razor fight I got a year and a day Still played it like they gave me life Can't walk through these jail without shackles and two cops Throwing shit on the wall, not at the food slot Got connects with pops, we boofin the weed planes Hit my khaki's, watched them pressed for food stamps Respectin the jail, or checkin the mail I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill You let them DC niggas have sex in your cell You live with a gun, you like gettin hit from the front Stand some shit, like two dicks with no bitch Rumor has it, you like your chicks with no tits F.Y.I. your P.S.I. said you snitch How you blow trial and stay all rich, bitch Now it's time to set it off You got sumfin on your chest man the tech will tear it off Mwuah [Hook: Sheek Louch] You can kiss your ass goodbyeee (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block) La da daaa, laa daa daaaa [Game] Hurricane Game Welcome to your funeral motherfuckas [Verse 4: Game] You rat ass nigga you run with the fags, you pussy I shoot at your man put him in a bag you push me After you flop im takin your fans Give you a reason to do that dumb shit with your hands Piss in your mouth and burn your promotional van Come to your wake and slap all 3 of your fans Get your mind right Or get your mind put right next to them all white air nikes Nails in your coffin leave them locked air tight Let him scream G-unit with dust in his wind pipes Drive him through north Philly, Brooklyn and Yonkers How it feel to get fucked all the way from Compton [Hook: Sheek Louch] You can kiss your ass goodbyeee (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block) La da daaa, laa daa daaaa [Verse 5: Jadakiss] Alot of niggas 'posed to be down, they most be clowns Who think im trying to sign with Hov to get close to the crown I take a couple Ooh's and Aah's, jewls and cars Screw some broads, and I'm still cool with Nas Ya real subtle still, so fuckin ill How you can turn an idea into a couple mill But everybody got they hand in the pot So either you cut them off or hand them a knot And I ain't neva planning to stop, im planning to rock Till the rims matchin the top, and the Phantom is drop They?ll neva get away with the shit I pull off god Nice on the clutch even though I pull off hard And you know the old kiss, you don't know the grown kiss Got bout 5 in me until I get homesick Still got access to the 2 tone bricks Terry cloth sweats, and wally?s that pretty tone shit [Hook: Sheek Louch] You can kiss your ass goodbyeee (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block) La da daaa, laa daa daaaa