Shit Happens Lyrics by Originoo Gunn Clapazz

Shit Happens Lyrics

    Thinking bout the shit that's in my head, type
    Of shit that put a nigga on the lead slip then ya' dead
    I gotta take a vaca, on sum munchilin ilian pilian on the
    Mic yellin may-day, tryin ta stay away from he say
    She say but, for ever jealous niggas still bring beef,
    Villie still hit the curb cuff leaking kicking it wit pop's
    Out back up in the lincoln tricking on my
    Baby mom's now im dead stinking he smacked me in
    The back of the head boy what you thinking?

    Word up, in my lex there's only room for two(2) vita
    And will that's me and you, smoking weed with hash
    We ride pass in slow mo', up in the new gs with the
    Sixteen(16) inch mobo's i had ta drop she off pick up my dog
    Henny, cause hoe's come a dime a dozen and we got plenty
    Aiiyo shit's to slow i gotta say speed up, we got dough to blow
    So we can get weeded up, now we ride around in the car with
    The seats heated up with the spliffs in our mouth and the henny
    In the cup, yo fill it up

    Till the rim with brim like it was coffee slamin the door i had
    To tell her to back off me

    And some of our best friends is dike bitches with benz's, m-f-c tat's
    And blue contact lense's

    So i had to sit back and just catch the breeze, the conjiac got me
    Losing a few chest string's but there it was in between the bass trebling
    Off the hook that's what you caughing

    [starang+top dog on cellar phones]
    Yo' who the fuck is this?
    Yo' is d-o
    Word up im goin down to priority
    What you goin down there for man
    Like "urrrrrrrrrrr"

    All the girls that i took to conas a pear is in here
    My niggas from vander ver is in here
    My niggas from every were is in here
    Browns villie just don't care we up in here

    [top dog]
    I was on my way to new lock's after that the weed spot
    Don't buy the dutche's cause i don't wanna get busted
    By a crooked copper cause that shit aiint proper
    Creep and hide the stash tell him you from jamacia
    Will the cop believe me or will he do me dirty take me
    To the system and say i tried to diss, but he told me calmly
    Get back in ya' car b move away slowly and pretend you never
    Saw, you can bet i did just that i didn't even look back i had
    Twelve(12) dime's and a qp in the back i enough start a party
    I even bible study wit starang and henny smoking on a bob
    Marly, as if you didn't no it was the ten(10) second mover
    Steppin cluthches to this song take me home

    All my niggas from rock v-way is up in here
    My niggas from west v-way is up in here
    My niggas from spencer ave. is up in here
    Even chicks that didn't get dicked yet they up in here

    [top dog]
    All my new laus niggas yo they up in here
    All my east new york niggas yo they up in here
    All my georgia avenue niggas yo they up in here
    Aiiyo all my money making niggas aiiyo they up in here

    [louieville singing towards end]