Canned Heat - Fried Hockey Boogie download song

Song Lyrics

I ll kill you i ain t playin, i ve seen gangsta s get religious when they start bleedin
You see that brick house right there, cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
Aye you want some of this shit, and i m fin nin to buss a cap in a nigga
i ll kill you i ain t playin

Heh heh ha ha, but ya shooter fin nin to get get shot it won t do em no good Heat, to me i ll ride by and blow ya brains out brains out
I don t want that shit, man shut the fuck up whoa slow down
If you survive ya bones ll still fuckin hurt when it rain, i do what i gotta do i don t care i if get caught, lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
Hear what i m sayin, i don t play dat shit

i done made myself a millionaire by myself
My heart bleeds for you nigga, you go against me ya fucked, i ll kill you i ain t playin
I ma kill you i ain t playin, cuz my windows on my motherfuckin benz is bulletproof nigga Fried, i can see the bitch in you
The da can play this motherfuckin tape in court, so they ll be no white flags and no peace talks

I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood, we reload them clips and come right back
you see that brick house right there
In the hood summer time is the killing season, i get the drop, and you can run for ya back-up
There s no time to cock it, don t think you safe cause you moved out the hood Fried, dre got the recipe the recipe

no way you can stop it when niggas run up on you wit them thangs out thangs out
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain t the same, spray ya momma crib, all the wrong i ve done the lord still keep on blessin me blessin me
the drama really means nothin
And ya brain jump out the top like jack-in-da-box, if you can duck

You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker, there s no time to cock it
homie i ain t playin
with a pistol i define the definition of pain
Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga, with a pistol i define the definition of pain

I ve seen gangsta s get religious when they start bleedin, to me i ll ride by and blow ya brains out brains out, you can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back-up, the drama really means nothin
i don t want that shit
My heart bleeds for you nigga, we reload them clips and come right back, aye you want some of this shit

you can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
Fin nin to run rap cuz dr, hear what i m sayin, all the wrong i ve done the lord still keep on blessin me blessin me
Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin benz is bulletproof nigga, cuz my windows on my motherfuckin benz is bulletproof nigga, i got my back against the wind