Lost & Sherm'ed Out Lyrics
| Song | Lost & Sherm'ed Out |
| Artist | Crips |
| Album | Nationwide Rip Ridaz, Vol. 2: Betrayed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : D.Fingaz, Dukes, Mac11 ... | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, triple gold Dan's on the Coupe | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, Tec-9 on my lap in a khaki suit | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, if life was a drug I'd pay the loot | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, and when the C's kicks off I'm the first to shoot | |
| [MAC-11] | |
| I seem Lost & Sherm'ed out without a motherfucking doubt | |
| But in the right state of the mind to take the motherfucking trash out | |
| The trash in my enemy | |
| See I don't give no ?? I don't care if you cants me | |
| Cuz this rap is your warning | |
| I creep when you're yawning | |
| Or when you're fucking your bitch at 3 o'clock in the morning | |
| Squeeze a Sherman and then I squeeze the trigger | |
| Break out a handcuff | |
| And take the life from a nigger | |
| Climb up to the top of the roof | |
| Sit on the edge and talk shit and jump | |
| Cause my heart is pumping sherm juice | |
| I thought they knew that I was hazardous | |
| Watching me move like Steve Austin | |
| And talk slower than a bastard | |
| It's getting kinda hot | |
| I'm coming outta all my clothes | |
| It's kinda fuck all the hoes | |
| And no matter how high I get | |
| Don't try to play me cause you get played like the O'Jays when I'm fuckin' your bitch | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, bet to have that bitch so damned smooth | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, I treat hoes like cats and kick 'em on the roof | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, roll up the bud and dip it in the juice | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, and when you had it you'd swear you were bulletproof | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out | |
| I baptize motherfuckers in gasoline | |
| Let 'em fly the loop | |
| And blow they wig like Don King | |
| Then peel they motherfucking skin back | |
| Bury they asses so | |
| And have'em burning like a hoodrat | |
| Nigger - next is his hyna | |
| See it's the quiet to murderer | |
| Shoot 'em up fuck a Tec-9 | |
| I tie your ass through a glass house | |
| Let the ass down | |
| And drag your ass to your baby moma house | |
| Somebody's who be found chopped in pieces | |
| Kill up - brothers and sisters, cousins, friends and nieces | |
| Grandpops, moms, uncles they asses gotta go | |
| So when I say: fuck it, put it the blunt gotta advise to hit the floor | |
| We ain't tripping on dime | |
| Cause we already dead | |
| Fool every soul that you see | |
| Take up out of they forehead | |
| And make 'em one of us don't no lie, get spared | |
| Niggas is braggin' to hit to the wack | |
| But fool I don't care | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, triple gold Dan's on the Coupe | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, Tec-9 on my lap in a khaki suit | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, if life was a drug I'd pay the loot | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, and when the C's kicks off I'm the first to shoot | |
| I was Lost & Sherm'ed out | |
| Now I'm in the county | |
| Looking at the walls | |
| Playing with my balls | |
| Washing out my drawers | |
| Thinking about this damn situation that I'm in | |
| Never did a nigga think he'll make it to the pen | |
| Hoes they left me | |
| Got a nigga sad | |
| Times got me stressin' on reminiscing about the hoes I had | |
| But I ain't tripping cause I'm shorter than a coffee table | |
| I gotta break up some change, let's ???? to find ???? able | |
| Thinking anothers from the O.G's | |
| Nigga straight ballers selling chicken, birds and ki's | |
| Gangstas on lock down | |
| With the hour of rat | |
| And the cops treat a nigga with no kind of respect | |
| No phone cars, I wish I can leave | |
| They kicking me to the side like a hard piece of cheese | |
| I'm kinda fucked up in my head | |
| And freeway ??? out of my room with my last piece of bread | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, triple gold Dan's on the Coupe | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, Tec-9 on my lap in a khaki suit | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, if life was a drug I'd pay the loot | |
| Lost & Sherm'ed out, and when the C's kicks off I'm the first to shoot |
| zuo ci : D. Fingaz, Dukes, Mac11 ... | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, triple gold Dan' s on the Coupe | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, Tec9 on my lap in a khaki suit | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, if life was a drug I' d pay the loot | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, and when the C' s kicks off I' m the first to shoot | |
| MAC11 | |
| I seem Lost Sherm' ed out without a motherfucking doubt | |
| But in the right state of the mind to take the motherfucking trash out | |
| The trash in my enemy | |
| See I don' t give no nbsp?? I don' t care if you cants me | |
| Cuz this rap is your warning | |
| I creep when you' re yawning | |
| Or when you' re fucking your bitch at 3 o' clock in the morning | |
| Squeeze a Sherman and then I squeeze the trigger | |
| Break out a handcuff | |
| And take the life from a nigger | |
| Climb up to the top of the roof | |
| Sit on the edge and talk shit and jump | |
| Cause my heart is pumping sherm juice | |
| I thought they knew that I was hazardous | |
| Watching me move like Steve Austin | |
| And talk slower than a bastard | |
| It' s getting kinda hot | |
| I' m coming outta all my clothes | |
| It' s kinda fuck all the hoes | |
| And no matter how high I get | |
| Don' t try to play me cause you get played like the O' Jays when I' m fuckin' your bitch | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, bet to have that bitch so damned smooth | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, I treat hoes like cats and kick ' em on the roof | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, roll up the bud and dip it in the juice | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, and when you had it you' d swear you were bulletproof | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out | |
| I baptize motherfuckers in gasoline | |
| Let ' em fly the loop | |
| And blow they wig like Don King | |
| Then peel they motherfucking skin back | |
| Bury they asses so | |
| And have' em burning like a hoodrat | |
| Nigger next is his hyna | |
| See it' s the quiet to murderer | |
| Shoot ' em up fuck a Tec9 | |
| I tie your ass through a glass house | |
| Let the ass down | |
| And drag your ass to your baby moma house | |
| Somebody' s who be found chopped in pieces | |
| Kill up brothers and sisters, cousins, friends and nieces | |
| Grandpops, moms, uncles they asses gotta go | |
| So when I say: fuck it, put it the blunt gotta advise to hit the floor | |
| We ain' t tripping on dime | |
| Cause we already dead | |
| Fool every soul that you see | |
| Take up out of they forehead | |
| And make ' em one of us don' t no lie, get spared | |
| Niggas is braggin' to hit to the wack | |
| But fool I don' t care | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, triple gold Dan' s on the Coupe | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, Tec9 on my lap in a khaki suit | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, if life was a drug I' d pay the loot | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, and when the C' s kicks off I' m the first to shoot | |
| I was Lost Sherm' ed out | |
| Now I' m in the county | |
| Looking at the walls | |
| Playing with my balls | |
| Washing out my drawers | |
| Thinking about this damn situation that I' m in | |
| Never did a nigga think he' ll make it to the pen | |
| Hoes they left me | |
| Got a nigga sad | |
| Times got me stressin' on reminiscing about the hoes I had | |
| But I ain' t tripping cause I' m shorter than a coffee table | |
| I gotta break up some change, let' s nbsp???? to find nbsp???? able | |
| Thinking anothers from the O. G' s | |
| Nigga straight ballers selling chicken, birds and ki' s | |
| Gangstas on lock down | |
| With the hour of rat | |
| And the cops treat a nigga with no kind of respect | |
| No phone cars, I wish I can leave | |
| They kicking me to the side like a hard piece of cheese | |
| I' m kinda fucked up in my head | |
| And freeway nbsp??? out of my room with my last piece of bread | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, triple gold Dan' s on the Coupe | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, Tec9 on my lap in a khaki suit | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, if life was a drug I' d pay the loot | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, and when the C' s kicks off I' m the first to shoot |
| zuò cí : D. Fingaz, Dukes, Mac11 ... | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, triple gold Dan' s on the Coupe | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, Tec9 on my lap in a khaki suit | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, if life was a drug I' d pay the loot | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, and when the C' s kicks off I' m the first to shoot | |
| MAC11 | |
| I seem Lost Sherm' ed out without a motherfucking doubt | |
| But in the right state of the mind to take the motherfucking trash out | |
| The trash in my enemy | |
| See I don' t give no nbsp?? I don' t care if you cants me | |
| Cuz this rap is your warning | |
| I creep when you' re yawning | |
| Or when you' re fucking your bitch at 3 o' clock in the morning | |
| Squeeze a Sherman and then I squeeze the trigger | |
| Break out a handcuff | |
| And take the life from a nigger | |
| Climb up to the top of the roof | |
| Sit on the edge and talk shit and jump | |
| Cause my heart is pumping sherm juice | |
| I thought they knew that I was hazardous | |
| Watching me move like Steve Austin | |
| And talk slower than a bastard | |
| It' s getting kinda hot | |
| I' m coming outta all my clothes | |
| It' s kinda fuck all the hoes | |
| And no matter how high I get | |
| Don' t try to play me cause you get played like the O' Jays when I' m fuckin' your bitch | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, bet to have that bitch so damned smooth | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, I treat hoes like cats and kick ' em on the roof | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, roll up the bud and dip it in the juice | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, and when you had it you' d swear you were bulletproof | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out | |
| I baptize motherfuckers in gasoline | |
| Let ' em fly the loop | |
| And blow they wig like Don King | |
| Then peel they motherfucking skin back | |
| Bury they asses so | |
| And have' em burning like a hoodrat | |
| Nigger next is his hyna | |
| See it' s the quiet to murderer | |
| Shoot ' em up fuck a Tec9 | |
| I tie your ass through a glass house | |
| Let the ass down | |
| And drag your ass to your baby moma house | |
| Somebody' s who be found chopped in pieces | |
| Kill up brothers and sisters, cousins, friends and nieces | |
| Grandpops, moms, uncles they asses gotta go | |
| So when I say: fuck it, put it the blunt gotta advise to hit the floor | |
| We ain' t tripping on dime | |
| Cause we already dead | |
| Fool every soul that you see | |
| Take up out of they forehead | |
| And make ' em one of us don' t no lie, get spared | |
| Niggas is braggin' to hit to the wack | |
| But fool I don' t care | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, triple gold Dan' s on the Coupe | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, Tec9 on my lap in a khaki suit | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, if life was a drug I' d pay the loot | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, and when the C' s kicks off I' m the first to shoot | |
| I was Lost Sherm' ed out | |
| Now I' m in the county | |
| Looking at the walls | |
| Playing with my balls | |
| Washing out my drawers | |
| Thinking about this damn situation that I' m in | |
| Never did a nigga think he' ll make it to the pen | |
| Hoes they left me | |
| Got a nigga sad | |
| Times got me stressin' on reminiscing about the hoes I had | |
| But I ain' t tripping cause I' m shorter than a coffee table | |
| I gotta break up some change, let' s nbsp???? to find nbsp???? able | |
| Thinking anothers from the O. G' s | |
| Nigga straight ballers selling chicken, birds and ki' s | |
| Gangstas on lock down | |
| With the hour of rat | |
| And the cops treat a nigga with no kind of respect | |
| No phone cars, I wish I can leave | |
| They kicking me to the side like a hard piece of cheese | |
| I' m kinda fucked up in my head | |
| And freeway nbsp??? out of my room with my last piece of bread | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, triple gold Dan' s on the Coupe | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, Tec9 on my lap in a khaki suit | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, if life was a drug I' d pay the loot | |
| Lost Sherm' ed out, and when the C' s kicks off I' m the first to shoot |
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