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Pack Rumble

can take a punch,keep it gutta, cuz I know you cant take one, weak niggas fall and the real niggas stay up. Yeah thats the sound when the pack is around

do you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat I

that, the blunt roll that And when you give me head, please don't hold back Where your eyes at, lickin' the Kodak And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack

(Let's get ready to rumble) In this corner we have the funk body snatcher P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough That I can chew a whole bag of rocks Chew

leave a nigga comatose I'm putting niggas to rest from the East or the West Coast A crazy motherfucker if you've never seen one Always pack the heat

it From sundown to sunup, clown done run up The aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what? We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements

to it Fuck that, spit to it Sorry people, party people This ain't kids' music Nope, this is violence (Violence, violence) This is violence (Violence) Violence Let's get ready to rumble

touch with all them bustas in my rear view but see they game, so lame, I can hear through I Hens doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice) Six pack

Mr. Sawed off leathaface[leathaface,leathaface] x2 Krayzie Bone a?? Verse 1) It's the nigga that pack that witcha's jump an gets tha pump Yeah nigga