Riddle Lyrics – Comethazine
Grow up, ***
(Yeah, we with it ***)
(Yeah, we did it ***, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by)
(We with it ***)
***, yeah
Let’s get it ***, yeah I brought a pole, but we can fist fight
We did it ***, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by
We with it ***, we don’t do the joke and tell the opps that they can get it ***
Creep up on him, blacked out, he won’t know what hit him
*** I told you, we don’t back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC’s out, it sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MAC’s out, it sing his ass a riddle
I don’t got no time for yo’ ass, you ain’t my type
Big thighs, big ***, big ass, that’s what I like
Big sticks, big clips, big gas, story of my life
I remember them days out on that block, I had to get right
Setting up shop hand full of *** rock I ball my fist tight
This 10 inch, this very long stick, that’s what your *** like
A *** ***, a man who act like ***, that’s what I dislike
A wig splitter, the ammo in this pole that take a *** life
Let’s get it ***, yeah I brought a pole, but we can fist fight
We did it ***, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by
We with it ***, we don’t do the joke and tell the opps that they can get it ***
Creep up on him, blacked out, he won’t know what hit him
*** I told you, we don’t back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC’s out, it sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC’s out, it sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC’s out, it sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC’s out, it sing his ass a riddle