Techniec - Lb 2000 Lyrics

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So watch your mouth

I Hoo-Bang like butane from here to Ukraine

Techniec

I ain't know over four niggas

Making over four figures

Never met a gold digger

All I did was poke bitches

Shit that was the class I was in

Now I might fuck around and blast your kin for no reason

Give a hard look smash 'em in

You see this little .44 find the spot and splash your men

Tried to hit Vegas wit them liquid chips and cash 'em in

Nigga got big bready flossed a little

Now they think I'm big headed

They way they talked about it like a bitch said it

Just wanted to show the homies that I came up

But they hated twisted and tried to fuck my name up

Don't wanna see a nigga have shit

I'm like fuck it bring the 9 at ya

Fine apples and plastics

Explosives double holsters for those toters

The way I spit shit they are wide when I roll close

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Chorus

I'm like what? when he pointed to the T on my hat

My Hoo-Bangin' medallion Long Beach shirt after that

As I went down I rose up showed him the gat

Then asked him "Now do you got a problem wit dat?"

Sat down put the mack down

Steady looked at this coward

Dead in his face ready to crack down

Guess no-one can help him I backed down

Get crowned and downed young nigga I pack pounds

I ain't trippin' no mo' I'm getting my dough

Same nigga at the show plotting on getting my hoe

Like I give a hoot about the bitch

Especially if I couldn't give a hoot about the bitch

You a trick-ass nigga and I doubt you rich

Gang bang boy like you gang claiming you're all goin insane

It's a new age new time nigga

And I really predict this shits all mine nigga

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