Webbie

Webbie - Six 12's lyrics

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(feat. Mouse)


[Talking - Webbie]

Whaaat!, Young Savage-Trill E-N-T

Man I ain't stoppin till it's over

I got that bass in this bitch, don't it...Look



[Verse 1 - Webbie]

I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den

shakin niggas walls when I put it past ten

G shit I ain't even gotta rap it

I like to play the songs with alot of slap in 'em

the amp turned up so it sound like this

my girl ask me why I like it loud like this

I got the five 9's across the back and I bet

you never seen a nigga with the pound like this

I ride by the club and everybody get loose

the hoes get to tootin, all the niggas get to bootin'

don't nobody try me, know I'm quick to get to shootin'

I'm known around town as that lil'nigga with the music

yeah I'm doin all good, and the cake not bad

I ain't lyin if I try it I can break my glass

the police pull me over, and they raid my cash

mayne they be wishin they could take my ass



[Chorus - Webbie]

I got six 12's (you can tell)-I got six 12's (you can tell)

I got six 12's (you can tell)-I got six 12's (you can tell)

I got six 12's (you can tell)-I got six 12's (you can tell)

I got six 12's (you can tell)-I got six 12's (you can tell)



[Verse 2 - Webbie]

Mayne I really be trumpin, mayne I really be beatin

you can hear when I'm comin, you can hear when I'm leavin

I got it hooked up the sickest, so ain't no sense in competitin

and yo'shit is the cheapest, you might blow out ya speakers

and we blowin and all, I got warrants and all

done looked down at the phone-I done missed a few calls

me and Boosie was thuggin, ballin out on them rims

he was tellin me somethin but I couldn't much hear 'em

'Cause the music was bumpin, I can barely much see it

'Cause we smokin on somethin that we just got from Korea

all the haters was watchin, guess they was checkin the paint

all the bitches was jockin, they look at us and faint

we done came to the top but niggas thought that we can't

mayne this lil'nigga trippin he done waste all the drank

on my brand new interior you know the leather and mink

but I'm way past freight so that ain't nothin to me



[Chorus - Webbie]



[Verse 3 - Mouse]

Now when I cut it up the H, you hear that boom, boom, bow, blam

I block around the club they be like ooohweee, godamn

everybody lookin tryna see who I am

cut that number nine on when I play that(?Tripbam?)

two supercharged amps with that air condition fan

the pipes sound good and the motor is a man

lil'mama wanna ride but I've sort of made plans

I gotta go get my cousin Dougie Fresh up out the can

then I'm goin' scoop Webbie, he goin to park the drop top

just got my '94 Caprice up out the chop shop

six pioneers mounted up in the block box

me and Chev fuckin give a fuck if a cop watch

old jams make them old folks wanna pop lock

check me if ya want get ya stupid ass glock popped

everywhere a nigga ride gotta be top knotch

we don't play a song up in that bitch if it ain't got knock





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