Clown Love
Gangsters bangin, nuts straight hanging
Chillin' in the alleyway, signs straight beaming
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your motherfucking melon busted for a stare
Love pumping through the heart, flowing through the veins
Pop a motherfucker like it ain't no thang
Blood shoot eyes from pufin on the bud
Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
Roaming through the hood top cut down
Car packed so full it's fuckin on the ground
Max with the homies spitting on the hoes
Stop in the store for a cold 4-0
Grabbin on your balls, straight slanging stones
Fuck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home
Check my neck and I got yours
Cuz roll with your set and keep that clown luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere
Cuz much clown luv is in here Hey homes what set your clame?
I'm in the rhymin game, wicked Clown Banging
I'm just a mutha fucka thats down for the cause
You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv
Put 'em up, throw 'em up
Let me see them mutha fuckas
Flip 'em up, flip 'em down, flip 'em around
Mutha fuckas mind all warped
From breathin on the smog
I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog
Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck
The mutha fuckas missed now it's time to shoot 'em up
Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close
Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost
If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig
Fuck that shit cuz were I live
My boys got my neck and I got theirs
Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch
Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere
Cuz much clown luv is in here Hey what the fuck you looking at man?
My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand?
Well here go ahead, take a closer look
Thanks for the wallet bitch
Give me them duckets, motherfucking child
To busy doing other things like hangin with my mob
Crew got my neck, when push come to shove
Never sell out your set, and keep that Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere
Cuz much clown luv is in here (repeating)
Yeah! Wicked Clowns in this bitch!
You know? We all got clown love, you know what i'm saying?
Clown Love got love for all sets, yeah!
Project Born, PJB be up in this motherfucker!
Yeah, and all those other sets running up there in Flint too!
Yeah, check it out! All you motherfuckers runnin' up in this bitch!
All the way in the East Side and the West Side, you know what i'm saying?
Chillin' in the alleyway, signs straight beaming
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your motherfucking melon busted for a stare
Love pumping through the heart, flowing through the veins
Pop a motherfucker like it ain't no thang
Blood shoot eyes from pufin on the bud
Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
Roaming through the hood top cut down
Car packed so full it's fuckin on the ground
Max with the homies spitting on the hoes
Stop in the store for a cold 4-0
Grabbin on your balls, straight slanging stones
Fuck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home
Check my neck and I got yours
Cuz roll with your set and keep that clown luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere
Cuz much clown luv is in here Hey homes what set your clame?
I'm in the rhymin game, wicked Clown Banging
I'm just a mutha fucka thats down for the cause
You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv
Put 'em up, throw 'em up
Let me see them mutha fuckas
Flip 'em up, flip 'em down, flip 'em around
Mutha fuckas mind all warped
From breathin on the smog
I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog
Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck
The mutha fuckas missed now it's time to shoot 'em up
Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close
Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost
If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig
Fuck that shit cuz were I live
My boys got my neck and I got theirs
Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch
Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere
Cuz much clown luv is in here Hey what the fuck you looking at man?
My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand?
Well here go ahead, take a closer look
Thanks for the wallet bitch
Give me them duckets, motherfucking child
To busy doing other things like hangin with my mob
Crew got my neck, when push come to shove
Never sell out your set, and keep that Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere
Cuz much clown luv is in here (repeating)
Yeah! Wicked Clowns in this bitch!
You know? We all got clown love, you know what i'm saying?
Clown Love got love for all sets, yeah!
Project Born, PJB be up in this motherfucker!
Yeah, and all those other sets running up there in Flint too!
Yeah, check it out! All you motherfuckers runnin' up in this bitch!
All the way in the East Side and the West Side, you know what i'm saying?
Credits
Writer(s): Mike E. Clark, Joseph Bruce
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