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TEAR DA CLUB UP THUGS Song Lyrics

 Album:

"Crazyndalazdayz"


1) Dalazdayz
2) Who the Crunkest
3) Smoked Out
4) I'm Losin' It
5) Throw Your Sets Up
6) Undercover Freaks
7) Wet Party
8) Elbow a Nigga
9) Hell Naw
10) Get Buck, Get Wild
11) On da Block
12) What You Lookin' For
13) Paper Chase
14) Hypnotize Cash Money
15) When God Calls Time Out
16) Big Business
17) When It's on It's Murder
18) Push 'Em Off
19) Slob on My Nob
20) All Dirty Hoes
21) Triple Six Clubhouse
22) A Niggas Worst Downfall
23) Hypnotize Minds/Profit Posse
24) Comin' up Next


TEAR DA CLUB UP THUGS
CRAZYNDALAZDAYZ
 

Slob on My Nob



Slob on my nob,like corn on tha cob
check in with me,and do your job
lay on the bed and give me head
don't have to ask
don't have to beg
Juicy is my name, sex is my game
lets call the boys, lets run a train
squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt
the natural curly hair, please don't touch
first find a mate, second find a place
third find a bag to hide the ho's face
real name rover, I said bend over,
I started knock,then came the oder
smelled like mush, shoulda had a wush
told her to stop and take a dush
once she did that, I didnt want the cat
so I backed out, and never came back

Suck a nigga dick or somethin(4x)

My nigga D Magic said he had to have it
I said just forget it, it's too crabby
Know a little freak, in Hollywood
Sucks on dick, does it real good
She'll give you money, fill up your tummy
House full of kids, parents all sprung
Once had it down, back yard ground
Hit it from the back, enjoy the sound
Lay 'em under cover, always used a rubber
'Till I got caught fuckin with her mother
She blamed it on me, we fought in the street
She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee
Call up the boys, went to her house
Charges the whole place, threw the bitch out
Police busted in, where dem niggas at
We left just in time and never came back
Rolled through the hood waving at the freaks
who sniffin on the rocks, smokin on the ?trees?
made another stop, police station
Saw a few cops, drove by and sprayed 'em
License tag number, a nigga said he saw
Bogus all the time, never get caught






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