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Correct Whatz Ya Pleasure Lyrics
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House Of Krazees
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Correct Whatz Ya Pleasure
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Whatz Ya Pleasure (x9) Niggas die everyday So I give a fuck Bad luck Too bad your fucking homie got stuck He was a mark Punk ass nigga, what you wanna do Try your luck and you'll sing a dead man's groove So smooth that it makes you want to slit your wrists From listenin to all that wacked ass bullshit The groove is potent so you might wanna take a hit Or kickity kick back and listen to the funky shit That we kick 'cause the cult is on a roll And when we stop it, we leavin' with yo' soul Killin' nigga's like a pro 'cause I ain't a hoe On the raezel I packs the mad roll Nigga's can't fuck wit tha real shit Hell naw, keep yo' fuckin ears open Listen for hell's call E-X-P the motha fuckin' grave digga Wig splitta Holla holla holla fuck ya figure Whatz ya pleasure, I like pain Pain's my game, I'm insane Call me deranged, it's all the same Watch ya body burn, from the flame Smell the smoke Runnin' from the madness Nigga's ain't shit 'cause they all wish they had this Nack for a insanity, still you wanna battle me I'll bag your body up and leave you burried in an alley, g Fuck this fantasy trip bullshit I'm 'bout to get loose up in that ass, bitch House of krazees, three deap for punk hoes the blood flows Straight out ya bitch noose Takin' no shorts, in nine trè So check me, tossin' up threats see So punk, respect me Loungin' and maxin', chillin' with an accent Nigga's really wonder where a nigga be relaxin' Sixteen back, My last one was off by attack, son It's the new hit, Whatz ya pleasure Man, you want some Take a taste, sample this quick If you will Do it, this shit is so potent I'll drive your brain through your noose You knew it, know when to say when Some say that they don't like my spit From my lyrics are taggin' ears like a pussy, bitch My pleasure's yo pleasure, pleasure pain or gain Pleasure in my brain and so is the strange Sucka slang, Bodies I creep, shh I gotta get em, gotta get em Sleep up under the bed so I can spin 'em, kill 'em My black boots, strapped to my double one inch I'll stomp yo' ass if you doubt this, trick Fuck this bullshit, I know you want what I got I know you want what I get Well let me split my wig, so you can take it, bitch Now ya dead 'cause the otha's want my spot Ya' fightin' off fiends, screams And Michael Myers on my jock Well well, look at ya shakin, now ya face is now fearin' me I get's too funky, just check the drum beat I'll slash ya monkey, I smell the crazy They're comin' to take me, and waste me E to the X P B to the I G dash the J Know's of the game we play Dirty lead tha way, never say ish can't play There's no ish, one way, go by the tape, bitch Alices and chains for beatin' tha predator Soul is the asylum, house of krazees is scarin' ya Brotha's livin' on death row life is really real like How do ya cope with tha reality's of fright night If thatz ya pleasure, if thatz ya pleasure If thatz ya pleasure then deal wit it Whatz Ya Pleasure (x6)
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