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Here it is, we come to dance in the ‘94

Eightball and MJG together with the South Circle, see

We gon' do it like this for all them boys, so check it

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

Lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

Lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

Lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga

Lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

Lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

Check one, on the mic, it’s the fat mack, freakin' on this phat track

Peep my khakis saggin' and my gat in my backpack

Gangsta Memphis, home of players and Uzi sprayers

But me, I’m just a hustler, fuckin' poetic rhyme sayer

Iz-eight-bizall, will make a new nigga fall

Then send him to the land of the Orange Mound killer clan

Him being the enemy, meaning he’s not down with me

Meaning he didn’t come up in the muthafuckin' Mound with me

I got a posse thick as hinds if you did not know

Some of them are jackin' but the other half slang dope

Gangsta, straight from the bottom, got ‘em sick with this

Flavor that was made up by that nigga named T-Mix

Blast him, bucked him, let him eat the hollow tips

Snatch him like a bitch and then beat him with the pistol grip

Danger, anger, overload, explode

Go into my ‘fuck the world' mode, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga

Lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

Just give me a muthafuckin' reason to demonstrate a pimpin' type appeal and

I’m peelin' caps in your muthafuckin' nose

And I’m drillin' holes in your coffin

Quite often, I have to show these niggas who the boss and

Keep tossin' these hoes upside the muthafuckin' wall

These bitches eatin' supper out my fine silk drawers

Because I plays my card, and I likes to H-U-S-

Ain’t gonna be another busta in my future talking shi

‘Cause he don’t know who he fuckin' with

See, it’s the P-I-M-P-I-N-G in me

It keeps me totally about the M-O M-O-N-E-

Why these niggas front with this bullshit I don’t understand

Shady ass busta, sticky ass hand

You run for cover when my muthafuckin' bomb drop

On you and your crew, nigga, lick ‘em up shot

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

Southern Funkadelic terrorist got ‘em scared of this

Young nigga making a fat grip being a lyricist

Kill with the muthafuckin' Glock if I’m forced to

Break a nigga off and leave ‘em shorter than tattoo

Peace and much love to the niggas that I’m down with

The niggas that I clown with that’s down with this South shit

Hard from the start, so many players on my family tree

Meaning there was many doing this shit before it came to me

Hard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes

Fuck walking a chalk line, mayne, I gots to get mine

Death wish, click goes the clip in my piece

One in the chamber for the jackers and the crooked police

No more peace without a piece, a nigga life will cease

For your herringbone or the phat ride you crease

If you got nuts thinkin' that I’m droppin', I’m not

Lick ‘em up shot, nigga, lick ‘em up shot

Here comes the muthafuckin' nigga, with his own type of rhythm

Get ‘em, up, nigga, nigga, get ‘em

Up, if you wanna, come jack it

Step, make a move, ‘cause I’m packin'

What, ever it, takes for

Me to get a nigga up off me

MJG rollin', down the strip dodgin', dips drinkin' Crown

I’ma sip one more fifth

I’ma chief six more spliffs

I’ma drop these sucka ducks

Run ‘em over like Mack trucks

Dumpin' bustas in a lake

I gotta dispose ‘em out their way

Straight up, sucka nigga, you gets popped

Fuckin' with this clique, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

We ain’t a joke

When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke

When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke

We stinkin' murderers

When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke

When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke

When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke

We stinkin' murderers

When me rhyme, me no play, me no joke

We stinkin' murderers

They’re picking up the place like they’re a big time hustler

Their gun in their waist, a millimeter

They’re coming out again ‘cause buy can got ‘cause we…

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em up shot, nigga

We lick a shot, lick a lick a shot

We lick a shot, lick ‘em shot, nigga

Here it is, we’re coming to dance in the ‘94

8Ball & MJG together with the South Circle…

And we’re gonna lick up shots to all them boys…