Lyrics Aw Shit - City Morgue

Aw shit, who came to the party on they nonsense?
Aw shit, why you talkin' if you don't want war, bitch?
My cartridge filled up to the tip, warlord shit
Aw shit, my dick is jammed, I think I need some parchment
Ay, fuck that, we bangin' off wax
You comin' to my city when you leave you getting taxed
Fuck that, bitch I don't play tag
You talking all that la di da di, da di, spray that

Young super soldier walkin' out with super soakers
Like a pool party, we walk up and super soak ya
Greasy with the grease gun, run up with the pole-a
Trappin' off the trap phone, a yellow Motorola

Aw shit, who came to the party on they nonsense?
Aw shit, why you talkin' if you don't want war, bitch?
My cartridge filled up to the tip, warlord shit
Aw shit, my dick is jammed, I think I need some parchment

Pull up on a kid
I might pull up at your crib
Pull up on a kid
Tie him up and do a bid
Might shoot up your spot
See the cops and jump the fence
Might shoot up your block
See the opps and let it rip

Face off, hit ten, hide the HK
SK splitting both ways like the bitch gay
We spray, we don't catchphrase, we hear the AK
We don't need you livin' anyway 'cause you don't get us paid

Aw shit, who came to the party on they nonsense?
Aw shit, why you talkin' if you don't want war, bitch?
My cartridge filled up to the tip, warlord shit
Aw shit, my dick is jammed, I think I need some parchment
Ay, fuck that, we bangin' off wax
You comin' to my city when you leave you getting taxed
Fuck that, bitch I don't play tag
You talking all that la di da di, da di, spray that

Young super soldier walkin' out with super soakers
Like a pool party, we walk up and super soak ya
Greasy with the grease gun, run up with the pole-a
Trappin' off the trap phone, a yellow Motorola