Hugs And Pounds Lyrics

I'm sitting in the crib dreamin' about leer jets and coupes

The way salt shoops and how they sell records like snoop

Oops

I'm interrupted by a doorbell

3: 52, who the hell is this

I gets up quick

Cocks my shit

Stop the dogs from barking

Then proceed to walkin

It's a face that I seen before

My nigga sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor

Check it

I look deeper

I see blood up on his sneakers

And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth

So I dip

Nigga, is you creepin' or speaking

He tells me c-rock just got hit up at the beacon

I opens up the door, pitiful

Is he in critical

Retaliation for this one won't be minimal

Cuz I'm a criminal

Way before the rap shit

Bust the gat shit

Puff won't even know what happened

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side

How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside

Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests

Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test

The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya

High as a motherfuckin' helicopter

That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor

Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina

What's love got to do

When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew

Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns

I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by the tons

Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life

Making money smoking mics like crack pipes

It's type simple and plain to maintain

I add a little funk to the brain

The funk baby