Tweedy Bird Loc - Tweedy's Teed Off

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[Verse 1] Now I'm a nigga, a two nigga for life punk Rollin' down in Compton in the lack of the trunk of Funk You can't play me like a hairstyle fadin' Curl this, press this, it's danger I do damage to a microphone I got down to business and let that punk fools shit alone Now I can say fuck the gangs and dope dealers Rollin' in the CPT, and I'm a cop killer So entrust these nuts bitch The only thing you can protect and serve is my dick trick And I wanna say what's up to homies And blast on the enemy, yeah punk, remember me? I used to be an athlete Now I'm a G on the mic, gettin' busy with the big beat And tired of takin' a loss Niggas get tossed 'cause I had it up to here, now I'm teed off [Verse 2] Now the young brother got it goin' on And the average confidence bitch is on dick Try to get my bros and my parts at the same time Broke stupid ass bitches need to get off the line They get on the county instead 'Cause if I slap on of these bitches you would say I got the big head And I wanna blow George Bush's tap off Strapped with the 45, wearing a black cloth Lookin' like the black triple K Screamin' "In peace! The president" 'cause that's what the people say And i'mma smoke the next oriental store of the muthafucka Who takes the life of another brother I ain't president or none of that But a bitch is a bitch and a cat is a cat And whoever gets a cap is a dead one 'Cause the hospital bed is a red one With the bullet hole still smokin' Hahaha, and you thought I was jokin'? I used to be positive but that shit don't work off Now Tweedy's teed off [Verse 3] And all I got is homies, some punk homies And those who are dead are the ones that ran out on me 'Cause gang bangin' didn't give me shit But still told fools a lot played out truth And for my 18th birthday I got a trigger And called a nigga, by the police figure Lookin' hard with his gat and his beat stick I used to talk shit now I know how to deal with Put a cap in his head And take the squad called "For Joyride 187 Ride By" Shoot them one time on the neck, block And Daryl Gates wonderin' why we ain't got enough cops So next time a cop takes the life is gonna cost ''Cause Tweedy's teed off
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