New Sheriff In Town
[Intro]
Huh, Shit
Eighteen you crazy
Ceddy Ced On Thee Track
Let me clear my throat
Sippin’ that good drank
You know
(1900 let’s go)
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900 & Tuda]
I see a lot of rappers want to comment on the blogs (Oh Yeah)
Get off my balls you don't want to do it know im a dog (You don't want to do it)
Don’t ask me about Glendale the Loc’ that n***a fraud (Don’t ask me)
We in your city first hit the ghetto then hit the mall
I ain’t got no mercy for you n***as what y’all tryna do (Huh)
You can bring a friend or two runnin’ through your whole crew (Runnin’ through your whole crew)
How many songs that n***a Got?
Shit, I only know two (Yeah)
Ay Sad let these n***as know (Look)
The fuck you think im about to do (i’m about to do)
[Verse: Big Sad 1900]
You ain’t here my shit you ain’t know i was crackin’ (Crazy)
Know you got that song but them venues ain't packin’ (Nah)
Everybody hate Chris i ain’t know that he was actin’ (I ain’t know)
Let me go and get my belt cause i’ma do this shit in fashion (Yeah)
N***a’s leavin’ comments i’m who they idolize (Yeah)
Lookin’ at you n***as monthly listener’s you should apologize (N***a apologize)
You been rappin’ ten years n***a go and sell a pie (Go and sell a pie)
I don’t wanna hear you say you rich cause we know thats a lie (Huh)
Who wanna go song for song yeah i said the city mine (Yeah)
I done put them ho’s in Hawaii down to Harry Hines (Uhuh)
I ain't got no drink for sale bitch im drinkin’ every line (Yeah)
Like Sad let them n***as slide hell nah’ it be my pride (N***a hell nah’)
You n***as think you cool when you ain't never not no spankin’ (Nah)
Before you n***as speak ya’ll should go and check the rankin’s (Go and check the rankin’s)
I’ma put you boys to sleep i’ll bee on the way with blankets (Yeah)
And i only said the truth so how the fuck can i be hatin’? (how the fuck can i be hatin’?)
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900 & Tuda]
I see a lot of rappers want to comment on the blogs
Get off my balls you don't want to do it know im a dog
Don’t ask me about Glendale the Loc’ that n***a fraud
We in your city first hit the ghetto then hit the mall
I ain’t got no mercy for you n***as what y’all tryna do
You can bring a friend or two runnin’ through your whole crew
How many songs that n***a Got?
Shit, I only know two
Ay Sad let these n***as know
The fuck you think im about to do
[Outro: Big Sad 1900]
Ay, straight up n***a
I said what i said n***a you ain’t gotta like it
But if you comment i’ma torture your ass n***a
Straight up n***a
N***as crazy
Leavin’ comments now n***a is-
N***as done went and hid under a rock n***a
Said what i said n***a yeah straight up
Don’t ask me about Glendale the Loc’
It is what it is i said what i said n***as
The city mine n***a
Theres a new sheriff in town man you boys in trouble
Fuck all that kumbaya shit
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900 & Tuda]
I see a lot of rappers want to comment on the blogs
Get off my balls you don't want to do it know im a dog
Don’t ask me about Glendale the Loc’ that n***a fraud
We in your city first hit the ghetto then hit the mall
I ain’t got no mercy for you n***as what y’all tryna do
You can bring a friend or two runnin’ through your whole crew
How many songs that n***a Got?
Shit, I only know two
Ay Sad let these n***as know
The fuck you think im about to do
Huh, Shit
Eighteen you crazy
Ceddy Ced On Thee Track
Let me clear my throat
Sippin’ that good drank
You know
(1900 let’s go)
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900 & Tuda]
I see a lot of rappers want to comment on the blogs (Oh Yeah)
Get off my balls you don't want to do it know im a dog (You don't want to do it)
Don’t ask me about Glendale the Loc’ that n***a fraud (Don’t ask me)
We in your city first hit the ghetto then hit the mall
I ain’t got no mercy for you n***as what y’all tryna do (Huh)
You can bring a friend or two runnin’ through your whole crew (Runnin’ through your whole crew)
How many songs that n***a Got?
Shit, I only know two (Yeah)
Ay Sad let these n***as know (Look)
The fuck you think im about to do (i’m about to do)
[Verse: Big Sad 1900]
You ain’t here my shit you ain’t know i was crackin’ (Crazy)
Know you got that song but them venues ain't packin’ (Nah)
Everybody hate Chris i ain’t know that he was actin’ (I ain’t know)
Let me go and get my belt cause i’ma do this shit in fashion (Yeah)
N***a’s leavin’ comments i’m who they idolize (Yeah)
Lookin’ at you n***as monthly listener’s you should apologize (N***a apologize)
You been rappin’ ten years n***a go and sell a pie (Go and sell a pie)
I don’t wanna hear you say you rich cause we know thats a lie (Huh)
Who wanna go song for song yeah i said the city mine (Yeah)
I done put them ho’s in Hawaii down to Harry Hines (Uhuh)
I ain't got no drink for sale bitch im drinkin’ every line (Yeah)
Like Sad let them n***as slide hell nah’ it be my pride (N***a hell nah’)
You n***as think you cool when you ain't never not no spankin’ (Nah)
Before you n***as speak ya’ll should go and check the rankin’s (Go and check the rankin’s)
I’ma put you boys to sleep i’ll bee on the way with blankets (Yeah)
And i only said the truth so how the fuck can i be hatin’? (how the fuck can i be hatin’?)
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900 & Tuda]
I see a lot of rappers want to comment on the blogs
Get off my balls you don't want to do it know im a dog
Don’t ask me about Glendale the Loc’ that n***a fraud
We in your city first hit the ghetto then hit the mall
I ain’t got no mercy for you n***as what y’all tryna do
You can bring a friend or two runnin’ through your whole crew
How many songs that n***a Got?
Shit, I only know two
Ay Sad let these n***as know
The fuck you think im about to do
[Outro: Big Sad 1900]
Ay, straight up n***a
I said what i said n***a you ain’t gotta like it
But if you comment i’ma torture your ass n***a
Straight up n***a
N***as crazy
Leavin’ comments now n***a is-
N***as done went and hid under a rock n***a
Said what i said n***a yeah straight up
Don’t ask me about Glendale the Loc’
It is what it is i said what i said n***as
The city mine n***a
Theres a new sheriff in town man you boys in trouble
Fuck all that kumbaya shit
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900 & Tuda]
I see a lot of rappers want to comment on the blogs
Get off my balls you don't want to do it know im a dog
Don’t ask me about Glendale the Loc’ that n***a fraud
We in your city first hit the ghetto then hit the mall
I ain’t got no mercy for you n***as what y’all tryna do
You can bring a friend or two runnin’ through your whole crew
How many songs that n***a Got?
Shit, I only know two
Ay Sad let these n***as know
The fuck you think im about to do