D12 - Census Bureau lyrics

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D12 - Census Bureau lyrics

Yeah, we straight from the Census Bureau Haha, Runyan Ave We lookin' for yo' momma D 12, where yo' momma at? Miko, where yo' momma at? Young Zee, hey Dame, where yo' momma at? I wanna f**k that b**ch, her stankin' a** Hey 'em where yo' momma at? Yo You know me, Denaun the same ol' n***a I spray paint your car up like Rain-O n***a See me and you are sorta like the same I guess We both rock mics but yours is into our chest You can't do nuttin' to me, Runyan Ave's unruly And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly So pa** the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy To steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin' me? Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin n**ity-wiggity-wild Piggity-pow, n***a be out You don't really want war, I'm chillin' at your door This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one You reap what you sow, that sh*t you oughta know I keep it on the flo' under the seat, I ain't a hoe You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now The rough sound muh'f**ker, n***as k**in' it now Goddamn, you don't want no problems B Get your name in the obituary column sheet It's that same ol' sh*t, n***as back again Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pa** the Gin Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again A basket case indeed, stronger than a can of mace Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin' witcha seed I'll be makin' all these n***as wanna take a beam And put it right on my head You don't be takin' heed, you probably idol the Feds Havin' meetings to recite what I said Liable to have you in a medical room Walk in that b**ch with a cell phone then turn it on Got a chrome that be f**kin' up sh*t worse than I You would swear that I'm a Gemini I k** a guy for nothin', eye to eye And I ain't gotta touch them n***as face soon as I say somethin' Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carca** You would think you in d**h Row's office I'm I'll enough to fall in the middle of moshpits Survive and I'm gettin' up high without a flaw b**ch You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now The rough sound muh'f**ker, n***as k**in' it now Goddamn, you don't want no problems B Get your name in the obituary column sheet It's that same ol' sh*t, n***as back again Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pa** the Gin Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again I'm a dog on the mic that'll brawl out with Christ Get to cappin' at your captain 'til he fall outta life I'm all outta nice, n***a tuck your chain Put holes in your head and finger-f**k your brain Fool f**k this game, I'm poppin' at coach Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin' was broke I ain't feelin' nothin' you wrote so I'm stompin' your throat Show up at the hospital and start punchin' your folks I'm a uzi with arms and legs Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head You wanna take what my 40-cal since you b**ch-made Spittin' the right game so yo' a** can get laid The f**k down, I don't give a f**k now, wha**up? Talkin' 'bout "Clappin'", quit actin', you barely bust nuts Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof And I'ma k** every man that came with you Yeah, yeah, knock knock, guess who showed up? 44-mag and tear your whole door up Pink shower cap and yellow drawers My dick's so small, I can pee on my own balls When it comes to p**y, Bizarre goes to work That's why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin' stoned with Norah Jones You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now The rough sound muh'f**ker, n***as k**in' it now Goddamn, you don't want no problems B Get your name in the obituary column sheet It's that same ol' sh*t, n***as back again Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pa** the Gin Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again Yo, I chuck n***as daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy A triple O.G. like Tray Deee I stay sparkin', b**ch I got a attitude I step on your shoes and won't say pardon, be cautious Hidin' from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be Wild and disorderly, p**sin' on your toilet seat n***a now you know it's me, I got a.44 wit me B**ches all over me, sayin' yes like Floetry Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me It ain't no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller Rob n***as 'til my pockets look greener than Yoda And you know that I'm the shady type, the crazy type That's probably why promoters never pay me right We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again I'm 'bout to bust a Huey and spray up a f**kin' school again You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now The rough sound muh'f**ker, n***as k**in' it now Goddamn, you don't want no problems B Get your name in the obituary column sheet It's that same ol' sh*t, n***as back again Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pa** the Gin Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again Yeah, D 12 Devil's Night, part two The drama continues KaySlay