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Wish You Would - Hot Tuna



     
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Look, look, look, don't play with me
Look, look, look, uh, uh, look
Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things
Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains
Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne
I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy
Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it
One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven
Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready
Come and get it, it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever
Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater
I'm just terror or better yet, horror or drama
And tomorrow I'ma hit the block and barrow your momma
Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas
Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers
And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali
When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family

Don't play with me, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
You bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun
I pop my gun, better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun
And I pop my gun, better hide and run
What is this that done got me in your district? Twist it
Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians
I'm tipsy, I've been sippin' on that Hennessey, people
Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people
Seventeen creeper is who I, what I be, dog
The clip slide in the four five, then it blow five
In heat, dog? It's your life or me, dog
On four tires or feet, dog
I still be on the block sweepin' nobody is not sleepin'
Got me in all black with a gun in a palm
Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome
Dummy, it's on ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff
'Cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump
And passin' a blunt me circle, wants to see if he dead
Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead
But dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid
I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge, uh
Bet' not play with me 'cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun, better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun, better hide and run
You might catch me with bandannas and strapped T
On the back street of your block in the back seat
I'ma cap three at the first coward I up and see
I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet
When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach
Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday
Nigga shouldn't have played tough, wouldn't have got his head bust
Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff
Now you're gated up, full of that vodka and weed add it up
Fresh platted up, your t-shirt all tatted up
Crack in the tongue of my kicks
Plus I got a gun on my hip and I'm runnin' the strip
I know you see me Little Wheezy killaholeezy
A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy
You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes
Cutthroatin', connivin' killers but that's all I know, uh, uh, uh
Bet' not play with me 'cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Nigga, bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun, better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun, better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun, better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun, better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me
Look, uh, uh
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Look, look, look, look, look, look
Whoa

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Jorma Kaukonen and Jack Casady were part of Jefferson Airplane back in the 60's, but that was a blip in their musical careers if you ask most Tuna fans. Their first album was recorded live at Berkeley in 1969. They continued their work with Jefferson Airplane during this project, and even though Jefferson Airplane dissolved, Hot Tuna has continued to tour to this day. Casady is considered by many to be one of the most advanced and innovative in his style.

Read more about Hot Tuna on Last.fm.


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