Unlv - Straight Out Tha Gutta

Hike Lyrics

by Unlv
Album: Straight Out Tha Gutta (2001)



All the gangsters out that third stop
That mutherfuckin bullshit dont you
Know you dissin a u. n. l. v. theme bitch
Cash money productions comin at you
Comin later on the eddie bow part 2
First I got two bags of weed its not
That easy to lie again here I go again
With another dance I call the hike
Pucker up with your thumbs
In with your back
Turn your rzights to left
If you get dizzy dont look back

Chorus:

Well one of my fuckin boys
Packed and scope a nigga named mike
Im a long way from home and dont see nothin in sight
I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
(2x)

First verse


Just proven a point to myself believe no lessons
Will be learned because I got my bike fixed
Still smokin major joints I call one of my hoes
Because Im ready to serve somethin
Let her rent it for the night go to wasteland thats nothin
So Im headed cross the river decided to catch this fuckin ferry
Theres this freaky bitch plus she gay but she not scary
This bitch Im talkin about she had the gift she wouldnt stop
I had to make it back to her house to make her scream and shout
Im comin real hard but Im a man and still in charge (where you at)
On manhattan vapor Im full of that fuckin weed thinkin about her
On her knees not only for my keys but for her keys
I took a shout from on over because I ran a red light
Once again Im in that world with that weed on my bike
Well

Chorus:

Well one of my fuckin boys
Packed and scope a nigga named mike
Im a long way from home and dont see nothin in sight
I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
(2x)

Third verse:


Now the year is 94 I got a chance to ride a polo
Im bout to get that bitch fixed up and make in gangster on you hoes
I took a ride to the eagle scope another bitch how ever
Four in the mornin I got breakfast at eleven
Im chillin real solo gettin full of that grits and cheese
I hope this hoe dont burn me because Im not bout no damn desiese
I jetted down chef try to get to donald five she rode behind the wheel
I hit the gear and broke my tires pump up in my hand
Look for me if you dare I pop my fuckin trunk
Somebody stole my damn spare
The law didnt catch him he was smooth like a cat
The nine would have popped him a left him lyin on his back
Pussy come pussy go I got to learn to leave it
Thats what I get for always tryna be greedy
Well

Chorus:

Well one of my fuckin boys
Packed and scope a nigga named mike
Im a long way from home and dont see nothin in sight
I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
(2x)


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