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)