Snubnoze – Guice & Eli In This b#tch

Snubnoze – Guice & Eli In This b#tch Lyrics

Artist: Snubnoze
Song: Guice & Eli In This b#tch

1 – 2 – 1 – 2
Yeah, know what i’m sayin’
Yeah, it’s on like this
Blackout on the motherf#ckin scene

My n#gg# guice and eli in the house
?
?
All playa hatin’ suckas better realise

K-n-a-double p-y headed hustler
From around the way
P-i-m-p from mississippi
Young n#gg#

Gettin’ blowed everyday
B-i-g e-l-i, n#gg#s die, why?
’cause i”m rough with the microphone
Seven-deuce, smilin’ boo m#th*rf#ck*r

Haven’t you heard of a mayz road al capone?
Rollin’ up a swisha sweet
To a beat
That my n#gg# blackout made

Dopest m#th*rf#ck*r in tennessee
Comin’ up with fat tracks
m#th*rf#ck*rs can’t fade
Keep a m#th*rf#ck*r full, off a blunt

Motherf#ckas wanna be down
Used to talk a whole lotta sh#t
95′ got to get the blue star
Get ’em off a n#gg#s dick

Still drinkin’ alize by the 5th
Keep my dick stiff
In that ’64, lookin’ for a ho
Still slangin’ snow

At the corner sto’
10 full a’ ben franklins
m#th*rf#ck*rs don’t hear me tho’
n#gg#s f#ckin’ up the game

Pain when they used to bang a lame
m#th*rf#ck*rs need to quit that sh#t
n#gg#s like me ’cause i deal e
Everytime i f#ck b#tches step up

When i spit that sh#t
T-h-u-double g
Thats what i be
But i get paid

’cause i’m true to the game
All about dead presidents
In my residence
No evidence i be having cocaine

Pop the top
On the cognac vsop
n#gg#s know me
1-double 9-5

Knappy headed n#gg#
Named guice
Big eli in this b#tch
Once again holdin’ a blunt

Ridin’ on cloud nine
Bumpin’ new tracks on the street
For the s-n-u-b-n-o-z-e family
You know?

Real hustlers down
Mock yo funk you know?
So full a’ dope here
Pimps, hustlers, and whatever

We in the studio
Puttin’ something in yo trunk
We in this sh#t
’95 you know

b#tch
Don’t not think you wanna trip
To another land
With the mic in my hand

So buckle up fool
Smoke from the swisha sweets
Got my head light
And i might take flight

But i gotta stay cool
n#gg# pass the motherf#ckin’ blunt
’cause i wanna get high
Mr capital e-l-i

Strapped with the 38.0
m#th*rf#ck*rs know
That i don’t play
I let hollowpoints fly

Used to work in the factory
As a temp, didn’t smoke hemp
’til a pimp taught me the game
Now i lay low, keep a cash flow

Gotta sprung o’ on the track
With crack in the hand
Never primo
Never took a snort

Never played sport
In school, but i still had hoes
Kept a pen and pad
In my dufflebag

’92 bought a metal ?
Now i’m riding on vogues
’64 chevrolet everyday
Rollin’ through yo hood

96 spokes turnin’ real slow
Got the heat on the front seat
Hand on the trigger
If a n#gg# wanna come creepin’

Through the do’
Nick-nack paddywack
Got a 20 sack
From the corner store

Now i need a swisha sweet
Gotta get high as a kite
Then i’m gonna write sh#t
That’ll hit on a blackout beat

Rubba-dub-dub f#ck
f#ck a cubs and you gotta dub
’cause i got a swisha
If you wanna smoke

M-a-y-z r-d period
Ain’t no joke
Pop the top
On the cognac vsop

n#gg#s know me
1-double 9-5
Knappy headed n#gg#
Named guice

Big eli in this b#tch
Stayin high, pointin gats
Leanin’ to the back
Big time young n#gg#

Sippin’ that ?
Eyes shut tight
From the heights
I’m showin’ love

Back in the ride
Playa type n#gg#s
Smilin’ with my pockets fat
Laid back productions in the scene

Makin’ jealous n#gg#s buck they heads
You know it’s on like this
You know what i’m sayin
Trick

I’m out
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

Snubnoze Lyrics – Guice & Eli In This b#tch

Please support our site by sharing it.
And please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all your favourite songs.

Release Year: 1995