"Big" Lou just goin' the F*** off!!!!!
hiphop
free
unsigned
naked
crossover
color blind
rapper
aftermath
wutang
def jam
white rappers
cypress hill
bad boy
nude
talented
make money
record deal
death row
caucasian rappers
sign me
major label
murder inc
Story behind the song
This song was written in a battle type mind frame. Basically flexing the power of the tongue as a sword as we do in hip hop.
Lyrics
Verse #1 Don't turn your back on me - Hey. You know the truth. I don't play. Better left alone insane. It's plain the blame remains.
I drink 32's 'cause a 40 gets hot. A 64's for a piss puddle bitch with crotch rot. Ask who's knot I got, you best connect the dots, but if you move too smooth you get popped, mopped, and dropped. (oh!)
Fish tank fishy smellin' shit - man I hate hoes. Trolls(cops) aint got no holds on this gringo's pesos. Lay low is my law. Anger in my craw. I'll snatch the vagina's out your mammy's and your in-laws. I'm slippin' through the cracks like a chinaman's dick. Like blood ticks I get sick and blood feed on your pit(bull). Fightin' dog mean when I swill Anchorsteam(beer). Skin T.(aka Lou Scannon) and Old Breed the olympic flip team. Goin' for the gold. It's the cream that I hold. Wont ever bust my silence but you'll know that you been told.
I get raw and sore, but sore like Ward Cleaver. I go doggin' June and beat the mess out the fuckin' Beaver. I'll take your coke and snort the whole plate. Then I go out - blow up like I'm tri-nitro-talumate(T-N-T)!!!