Robbers

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Vincent Price] Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean (Ahaha) Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K (Ahaha) Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean (Ahaha) Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K (Ahaha) Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K [Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca & DJ Paul] Memphis the Koopsta swoops, sendin' busters straight to the med Us robbers, we break 'em down like the return of the livin' dead Burn out on you funky hoes, time to creep like a criminal It feels so beautiful when I blast through the fuckin' door But back in the day when my life was a challenge, it got hard from watchin' that murderous shit, when I was a convict I'm wreckin' they bitches and dumpin' them trizzicks like down in a ditch Koopsta the Knicca, that visual killer, go kill me some, make 'em hit their knees Dead bodies in them fuckin' trees, when I load my gun, bitch So when I get my Glock and load it up it's 'bout to make 'em buck It makes me 'bout to pop a slug, make a move, bitch, test your nuts Really, really, really, do you think that you can rob? Can you buck these buster bitches down? Leave 'em dead between cars? A Babbage nigga tried to set me up a stale deal Now where he at? Still burnin' in the cornfield I had to pop 'em, had to buck 'em in his fuckin' head Now, you don't wanna have to do me Nah, nigga, I ain't interested (*gunshot*) [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Vincent Price] Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean (Ahaha) Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K (Ahaha) [Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca] I got a plan to kill a man and get my ass in To make him bend, and get to countin' up my dividends My time is short, I can't go broke, so look, I buck 'em down Unload them milli' rounds and make 'em feel them thunder sound Who called the feds when I bumped them buster bitches heads? Who called me Satan when I sprayed 'em with them bullet leads? Whoever, whoever, I practice Helter Skelter Have you been creepin' or been reachin' evil letters? A rat-at-ata, it don't matter, you're in danger You changed the seal and revealed an evil stranger Come in, come in, come burn with me until the end Your life's a judge, my life's a motherfuckin' deadly friend And man, don't drop, my wicked speakers speak that slum The Armageddon got me hectic, makin' bodies numb The Koopsta Knicca's makin' motherfuckin' children hollow To take your soul, bitch, that Koopsta Knicca's the seven robber [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Vincent Price] Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean (Ahaha) Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K (Ahaha)