C-SECTION by ENNCE Lyrics
[Chorus: E•NNCE & BRYAN•BRWN]
I’m bouta catch me a body
Yo, we gone run his shit
And I ain’t talkin’ bout no cardio
Yuh, I’m bouta catch me a body
Yo, we gone run his shit
And I ain’t talking bout no cardio
[Verse 1: E•NNCE]
I’m bout to catch me a body and split
Know that shotty gone split up his noggin’
We hit up his patna's, put 'em in coffins and dip
I ain’t from slauson, but I got some robbers
Know me some doggies that crip
Off with his noggin’, he slip
Don’t want no problems, then dip
[Verse 2: E•NNCE]
Catch em by the seams and split em up like a c-section
If he on 13th and he want beef, we in the meat section
Caught em by his feet, like a tiger
Set em free
To the funeral home and tell his momma come and see
'Cause yo son steady playin’, I got mobstеrs he can meet
Say yo son claim he bangin’, 'til my monsters up that hеat
Say his choppas steady ringing, but my choppa sing like "Glee"
Get it poppin’ like Chris B
Caught his patna’ in his sleep
(yuh)
[Bridge: E•NNCE]
'Bout to catch a
'Bout to catch a fuckin’ body
And I’m lurkin’ crazy
Lurkin’ crazy, if you saw me
Come and get me cause a
Young nigga really posted up
On my fucking block
With them choppas if you bold enough
[Chorus: E•NNCE & BRYAN•BRWN]
I’m bouta catch me a body
Yo, we gone run his shit
And I ain’t talking bout no cardio
Yuh, I’m bouta catch me a body
Yo, we gone run his shit
And I ain’t talking bout no cardio
[Verse 3: BRYAN•BRWN]
The street turn red when we blastin’ from the audio
Yo’ shorty gave me big brain, she ain’t even make the honor roll
Yo’ people know my people the type to let that chopper blow
Hola como estas, make enemigos go “Adios”
Slidin’ on you niggas, I swear the street really not a pole
Tú familia from barrio, tú tia yelling, “Papi no”
You was poppin’ in the city, now my patna’s poppin’ you
You was poppin’ in the city, now my patna’s poppin’ you
I was cautionary, yellow signs
You walk on eggshells
They was on mission, down like missionary, feds yelled
Dead rain, fire hail
Red rum cocktail
On thirteenth, they ain’t jolly
Nah, pro’ly get ya’ top peeled (Body!)
[Chorus: E•NNCE & BRYAN•BRWN]
I’m bouta catch me a body
Yo, we gone run his shit
And I ain’t talkin’ bout no cardio
Yuh, I’m bouta catch me a body
Yo, we gone run his shit
And I ain’t talking bout no cardio
I’m bouta catch me a body
Yo, we gone run his shit
And I ain’t talkin’ bout no cardio
Yuh, I’m bouta catch me a body
Yo, we gone run his shit
And I ain’t talking bout no cardio
[Verse 1: E•NNCE]
I’m bout to catch me a body and split
Know that shotty gone split up his noggin’
We hit up his patna's, put 'em in coffins and dip
I ain’t from slauson, but I got some robbers
Know me some doggies that crip
Off with his noggin’, he slip
Don’t want no problems, then dip
[Verse 2: E•NNCE]
Catch em by the seams and split em up like a c-section
If he on 13th and he want beef, we in the meat section
Caught em by his feet, like a tiger
Set em free
To the funeral home and tell his momma come and see
'Cause yo son steady playin’, I got mobstеrs he can meet
Say yo son claim he bangin’, 'til my monsters up that hеat
Say his choppas steady ringing, but my choppa sing like "Glee"
Get it poppin’ like Chris B
Caught his patna’ in his sleep
(yuh)
[Bridge: E•NNCE]
'Bout to catch a
'Bout to catch a fuckin’ body
And I’m lurkin’ crazy
Lurkin’ crazy, if you saw me
Come and get me cause a
Young nigga really posted up
On my fucking block
With them choppas if you bold enough
[Chorus: E•NNCE & BRYAN•BRWN]
I’m bouta catch me a body
Yo, we gone run his shit
And I ain’t talking bout no cardio
Yuh, I’m bouta catch me a body
Yo, we gone run his shit
And I ain’t talking bout no cardio
[Verse 3: BRYAN•BRWN]
The street turn red when we blastin’ from the audio
Yo’ shorty gave me big brain, she ain’t even make the honor roll
Yo’ people know my people the type to let that chopper blow
Hola como estas, make enemigos go “Adios”
Slidin’ on you niggas, I swear the street really not a pole
Tú familia from barrio, tú tia yelling, “Papi no”
You was poppin’ in the city, now my patna’s poppin’ you
You was poppin’ in the city, now my patna’s poppin’ you
I was cautionary, yellow signs
You walk on eggshells
They was on mission, down like missionary, feds yelled
Dead rain, fire hail
Red rum cocktail
On thirteenth, they ain’t jolly
Nah, pro’ly get ya’ top peeled (Body!)
[Chorus: E•NNCE & BRYAN•BRWN]
I’m bouta catch me a body
Yo, we gone run his shit
And I ain’t talkin’ bout no cardio
Yuh, I’m bouta catch me a body
Yo, we gone run his shit
And I ain’t talking bout no cardio