Boogie Down lyrics

[Intro: Duffy]
b*tch
sh*t, you know the truth
What is we even talkin' 'bout?
We ain't talkin' 'bout no money, n*gga
What is we even talkin' 'bout, n*gga?

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Like what is we talkin' 'bout?
I'm tryna slide on them n*ggas, like f*ck it, this drank and this Perc ain't gon' calm me down
I spent a lot on this 'fit and these diamonds expensive, he reach, I'ma air him out
I ain't got no time for no b*tch that ain't gettin' to the dough, if she broke, then she not allowed
Rob with the safe, lost and found
Boogie down, my moves is lethal
Grim Adventures, I'm with the reaper
Stinc Tеam, b*tch, we undefeatеd
Off the Mussle, we the coldest demons
Keep my distance, I don't f*ck with people
Guapanese, I ain't speakin' English
Neck freezin' and we be in Neimans
Introduce him to Nina, it's nice to meet you
Like what's he thinkin'?
He uppin' the score, I got the uchies, I need me some more
One-on-one, gettin' stronger and older
Tryna compete? You f*ckin' 'em over
Free throw, jumpers, know that we comin'
Foreign slidin', Willie Nelson, we goners
Who gon' stop us? We've been causin' havoc
Ripped through an opp, but it really don't matter
[Verse 2: Young Bull]
It was tragic
Caught an opp n*gga all in traffic
Trackstar and I'm haulin' backwards
.223 shells made him do gymnastics like wait, what?
Double cup
Styrofoam, yeah, it's filled with mud
Headshot, headshot, n*gga, redrum
Gang and them know we play with drums
Was just on tour, now I'm on the run
I'll paisa dance with these two guns
Try to backdoor, get Bart choked
Start slappin' b*tches and kids too
O32, yeah, I'm on the block
Cold demon eatin' Chinese food
sh*t bagged him, he eatin' soup
Flu flammin', yeah, I get the loot
Ugh

[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]
I bet he make the news too
Drumsticks for a b*tch n*gga, I'll turn his ass to some soul food
You could pop it all to them scary n*ggas, but P, really? That's the wrong dude
I be dissin' dimes only too exclusive
The streets be janky, I brought a ruler
Hundred shots dropped on his blocks now
That's the end of that, I'm gettin' tired of shootin'
We keep flexin' and sh*t on the scoreboard like Mr. Mose, I know they tired of losin'
We keep John Cena, big show, I got a chopper for 'em, we gon' John Doe 'em
He a noname and an average Joe, and simply put, he ain't touchin' uchies
I'm carryin' chops, double D's, it got boobies
I know you see the tat, Drakeo the Ruler
These ninety shots take ten as a bounty
Stiflers pokin', I came with a boner, ugh
Bart Choke him, I came with a Homer
Sideshow Bob with this stick, don't approach me
Lights out, diamonds still goin' crazy
Stincs in the building, we feelin' courageous, sh*t
They say I be actin' too famous
With this chain on my neck, can you blame me?
You keep screamin' and sh*t, but your friends can't save you
She came with no fee, I'm just laughin', beat it, ugh
Walked in, I came with the street sweeper
Nah, I don't really like to meet people
Man, used to be way different
All these n*ggas holdin' di*k, man, I hate n*ggas
[Verse 4: Ralfy the Plug]
I'm a demon on creepin' at night
The Plug charge a fee for the pipe
n*ggas mad 'cause the Stincs beat life
Diamonds bling blaow with no light
Air fry a n*gga thinkin' he Tyson
n*gga said he was a gangster, I ain't buyin' it
When I say I got racks, am I lying?
Rich off Mei Ling, better check my priors
Klu the Klux K signin' like a choir
Rest in peace the beat in ten minutes, you wanna time me?
You sure you wanna stay on them bum n*ggas' side?
Stincs got money, that can change your life, the Plug
Show no love
I'm a fly and a dog and a bug
f*ck with the pops, it gon' cost you a board
You the torch, 'll turn you marshmallows to s'mores
Broke up on the lean, n*gga b*tch, no force
When I'm done, you can have her in the morning
I be sippin' lean, you be snortin'
Really go on tour, LA gettin' boring
Throwin' money like that sh*t ain't important
You can have your b*tch back, she gettin' annoying
I think my di*k hittin' her torso
b*tch, it's rap sh*t, the Stincs gettin' immortal, the Plug
[Outro: Duffy, Ralfy the Plug, Blue Pesos & Young Bull]
n*gga, yeah
You know the truth
n*gga, long live Drakeo
Long live Drakeo, you know the truth, b*tch, eat the di*k
LA to UK, n*gga
n*gga, these LA n*ggas be actin' like they don't know the truth, n*gga, so we in UK with it, n*gga, yeah
b*tch-ass n*gga
f*ckin' sh*t over, n*gga, it's across the world
n*ggas know it's the truth, n*ggas know the truth
We all over the states, n*gga, state to state, country to country, man, they know the truth, n*gga
Yeah
Stincs run LA, n*gga
n*gga, long live Drakeo, n*gga, stop playin'
Stop playin', n*gga
Gang and them, no lames with them
You know what's goin' on, n*gga, eat that
Eat that, b*tch, fk-fk-fk-fk-fk