Gonzoe - Ice Pick Bubble Grind LYRICS

[gonzoe] (talking)

Yeah, blackout (get out)

Outlawz, ride ride ride

Children of the makaveli

Sing with me

Come on, come on, come on

(how... gonzoe... kastro)

I wont stop till I drop, why



[verse 1 - gonzoe]

When the lightning strikes

Ignite the name paper

Im a made nigga

Clich? for the paper and all

Stand right here and ball

I bust or fall off

Imma hustle till its gone

Its on if Im crossed up in this

Spendin well for my business

Live to tell my children about how they got it dearest

And how they fear us

Cause the sinners aint givin a fuck

Tryin to press my luck

And turn ones to two bucks

Like magic (poof!)

Blow in on my habit

I drink like a souljah, smoke nay, gotta have it

Aaaaahhhhhhhh!!!

I drink like a souljah, smoke nay, gotta have it



[verse 2 - kastro]

Hennessey and ridin on enemies

Better mention me

Mo and napolean

And any day

Apply the pressure

Outlaw till I die rock blessers

Tell gap we got more spots and still rock our vests

Lifespan when do I quicksand

To see me, (ahhhhhh) twist me, then mix me

Down to one ten, money and murder

Rum and big guns, thats all I heard

Theres no woman swervin

Niggaz one time better hurt em

Flowin your wack

Watch my back

Time-storm its on

Page g, then page me

Miss worried about one

Cross state lines

Late time its day time

I take mine and break it

Tell the world, thuggin aint dead its sacred

We livin simple like shit from a pigeon

Break out of this prison

World we livin

Our mission



[chorus]

As we ice pick bubble and grind for the cash

Ice pick bubble and murder for the cash

Ice pick bubble and grind for the cash

We (yeah) ice pick bubble and murder for the cash



[verse 3 - gonzoe]

(gonzoe...ahhh...pissin on niggaz)

Yeah, nigga its gonzoe

Feel the heat nigga

Face the truth

Children of the makaveli

Yall niggaz aint crazy

Give it up frequents

And mate ya mommas rats is too shady

I was clackin in the 80s

Im about taken my money in every state

While you aint about nothin

Havin no hustle, watchin moves I make

If you aint got it you hate it

Lets straighten the facts in ya

Remember, I fuck you up by your bartender

No nigga hend as this

Tried to sell fingerless

Fuckin with ritzy

Miss me

Your whole hood history (boom!..hahahah)

Now clean this mother fucker up!



Chorus



(outlaw!!! what what)



[verse 4 - gonzoe]

Yeah, who you fuckin with?

The blunt gets split

Its over with

The more enemies I see

The more niggaz get hit

Cause Im an outlaw

We all roll for the love of makaveli

Four soldiers to kill niggaz

Aint nothing you can tell me

Nothin!



[gonzoe (talking)]

Yeah, julio g, speak on it

Fuzzy, speak on it (ras kass)

Big boy, speak on it (hahahah)

Theo, speak on it (what they gonna do to us now)

Baka boys, speak on it my nigga

Sway and tech, speak on it (these niggaz got loaded guns... loaded guns)

Say down south, mean green, speak on it

Boom daddy, chris lova lova, speak on it

Yeah yeah yeah (and we... outlaw.. outlaw)

Greg street, speak on it

Dj nad, speak on it (napolean)

Jerious smokin b, speak on it (fuck everybody else)

Shieet (outlaw)

Outlawz, speak on it

Ahhh

World, speak on it

All my niggaz, speak on it my nigga