PIT STOP

[Verse 1: Dede The King]
Cme out a bullhorn I'm contemplatin suicide
At a point in time I thought I blew it doing crime
I'm movin movin movin jeah! He's movin movin movin aye!
Where I'm from dudes get sliced cause crews is trife
Wayne A Z-28 boy go head once I get change
We love you we miss you We'll never forget you MJ
Yo when it comes to this mic device you get ate
What you clockin on I'm droppin a bomb you get maimed
[Verse 2: Smokey Wit A Z]
It's love's holiday
I'm low down and dirty but not insane
Cause I hear ya and I'm watchin' hey
And to this day I don t play
Causе I hate to spend
Me and thе RZA connect
Piece deceased laid to rest
Since what may be known about God is plain to them
[Verse 3: Dede The King]
Hoodrats know who let the gats blow and who keep cashflow
Cause the next day them gone and you sit alone
You look like you've seen a ghost
While La got you in a yolk
Cause ya know if you do you'll be layin in a ditch
I love to hit it backwards call it pig latin
Talking 'bout which a them chicks got big tits and things
Man that shit be comin in handy
[Verse 4: Smokey Wit A Z]
I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop
Just to give you the pleasure your request fo'
Then I'll get the lotion and do something to me when your thighs is exposed
That y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all
Like y'all ain't know this was gon' happen? Jinx Da Juvy
Lets get drunk and roll said they like the sound of it
Ever since I left the crib I hit the ground running
I ain't waiting for Obama never doubted him I'm proud of him
[Chorus: Dede The King & Smokey Wit A Z]
But when I open up my mouth all bullets come out
Pull up at a pit stop, Lil smokey at ya house
I need to hear my thoughts turn the music up loud
Lil smokey will shoot you off the gram (Bitch, Dede)
You're gonna hear electric music solid walls of sound
Lil dede back up in here gotta say my cheers
Gotta say my prayers to all these drunk people in here
I let my love come down
But it'll fade before I get to get a hold of that
I make a grove of hash
So while I hold this bottle of Ciroc with a hand full of ass
Then I stab out with my ham sandwich Fleetwood Brougham
He ain't talk talk bout that, Pull up at a pit stop
Bitch thots came out the room no tik tok
Bitch, Got the same girl showing me ass