Hurry Up And Buy Lyrics - Singles - Kuniva

I'm in the corner store high with a couple of guys 

Japanese bitch yelling "hurry up and buy!" 

Got the kind of guns that make you wanna touch the sky 

Holla'd at my homie Nims he said fuck a ya life 

The real shit I spin it to the fullest 

The glock fresh outta the box furnished with the bullets 

Homie I'm an Eastside nigga with a chip on his shoulder 

Throw a clip in ya shoulder, have ya flippin ya Rover 

It's over, hollows blowin through the kitchen, the foyer 

Through the stove top stuffing, through the chicken, my lawyer 

Stay losin sleep, Been there, funerals, eulogy 

Pass the preacher real good, still it ain't moving me 

All type of shits poppin off 

That's why I toss slick Molotov's at ya jaw 

I'm the cause and effect, the alpha, the omega 

Beginnin of the end, calculatin with barrettes 

Articulate and clever body parts I will sever 

Shotty sparks through your sweater, my squad is forever 

And we can beef like Superman and doomsday 

I'm stayin with the toast, wanna meet my roommate 

You don't wanna see me ride up, rowdy all riled up 

Fired up, eat a nigga food, turn his brain sunny side up 

Just another episode, let the tech explode 

I done seen weapons blow all over decimals 

Professional, pistol packer, lick a smasher cruise and crash a 22 hammer cock 

Hooligan on ya block 

You can be a lot but you ain't this 

A hard pill to swallow when you know you can't spit 

I will jab niggas up, and uppercut 'em down 

Even kings need to rest, head heavy from the crown 

I ain't tryin to hear how you shut em down 

You was at blockbuster watchin Will Smith the last time you seen Seven Pound 

A set of clowns minus the big shoes 

Pigeon from the mound, who I'm tossin this fifth to 

That flow you tryin to master, I pass that and laugh at 

Due to science young'n you ain't nothin but a lab rat 

I'm at your front door like Ransom 

Blast one, hand over your heart like the national anthem 

Close line your sis, put your moms in the headlock 

Grab ya granny put her in a figure-four leg lock 

She opened her eyes when the pain in her leg stopped 

Just in time to see me comin down with the leg drop 

I'm so tired like Z-ro, I should have went emo, a gym class hero 

Coulda been a bum, body smellin like Fritos 

With a cardboard sign saying that I freeload 

Don't be mad, no bitchassness in the back 

I burry the hatchet, swinging like Kelly Patrick 

I'm very active, hold ya family captive 

Pockets standing out as if they went under for Bariatrics 

Your bitch a freak I dig her out like a grapefruit 

Sick with the bat and balls so I call her Babe Ruth 

Block like Beirut, vodka and Grey Goose 

I'ma let the apes loose, guns like the stay troops 

Flyer than some space boots, homie you can take two 

Stairway to heaven, send a nigga straight to Jesus 

Monster with the chopper, hanging out let the K shoot 

Boys in the Hood had to cut that nigga Tre loose 

Fuck you, we bout to make moves 

And tell ya pops rubbin balls together ain't cool