The Huckabuck by Sean Price Lyrics
[The Spirit of Truth - Reverend X]
"This is not a competition it's a cooperation. Stupid ass house nigga
I can't see you though bitch, you see me
The devil is a motherfuckin liar
Cause you know I ain't worried, beeotch
You don't like it? Kiss my ass you don't like it. It's my house"
[Sean Price]
Ayo, listen, ayo
Gather 'round motherfuckers and stop the bullshittin'
'Fore I go gun-ho, fo'-fo'n and fo'-fifthin
Don't make a difference to Sean grippin the cronz
Guns up, thumbs up, motherfucker the Fonz
Sean's, throw the 3 like Abdul Jabbar
You too old to be rappin, how true you are
Throw your punk ass in front of a moving car
Sticks and stones break bones, words don't hurt me pa
Listen!
Jack and Jill went, up The Hill
They got, to' back by Fizzy Womack and Bill
Amazing grace, eat the food off your plate
Wash it down with some milk bitch, you know how I'm built
Sean Price is the negro, Lou Ferrigno
Incredible flow, bitch I'm lettin you know
I'm the Boot Camp general, the veteran spoke
Remember the Alamo flow, goin for broke
P!
[The Spirit of Truth - Reverend X]
"I come in the name of Jesus by the power of the Holy Spirit
Don't matter how you got with me
If you, if you down, doin what I'm talkin 'bout doin
Lord needs to get this book open
Turn your diseased waters, and give to the poor
You're fatherless as a widow, get up outta the penitentiary
And you down with that?
You ain't down with that?
Then shut yo' God damn ass up!"
[Sean Price]
It go, as I combine all the shells from my 9
Run up, gun up, gat is crackin your spine
Powerful impact, BOOM from the cannon
A new sheriff in town, clown I'm Reggie Hammond
I'm tryin to Get Rich or Die Tryin
You die tryin to get rich that's where the 9 lined him
'Burbs say with my wordplay I'm out of my mind
I'm at the herb gate and these niggas ain't, sellin no dimes
Get, deep in your face Illuminati your grill
Body somebody, and jump in my Ducati and peel
I'm not like these other rappers
Flashin the pants dance steps, fuck a rapper
Ruck is after the gold, and after that the platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane Starang pack the gat son
P!!
Motherfucker, son of a bitch
"This is not a competition it's a cooperation. Stupid ass house nigga
I can't see you though bitch, you see me
The devil is a motherfuckin liar
Cause you know I ain't worried, beeotch
You don't like it? Kiss my ass you don't like it. It's my house"
[Sean Price]
Ayo, listen, ayo
Gather 'round motherfuckers and stop the bullshittin'
'Fore I go gun-ho, fo'-fo'n and fo'-fifthin
Don't make a difference to Sean grippin the cronz
Guns up, thumbs up, motherfucker the Fonz
Sean's, throw the 3 like Abdul Jabbar
You too old to be rappin, how true you are
Throw your punk ass in front of a moving car
Sticks and stones break bones, words don't hurt me pa
Listen!
Jack and Jill went, up The Hill
They got, to' back by Fizzy Womack and Bill
Amazing grace, eat the food off your plate
Wash it down with some milk bitch, you know how I'm built
Sean Price is the negro, Lou Ferrigno
Incredible flow, bitch I'm lettin you know
I'm the Boot Camp general, the veteran spoke
Remember the Alamo flow, goin for broke
P!
[The Spirit of Truth - Reverend X]
"I come in the name of Jesus by the power of the Holy Spirit
Don't matter how you got with me
If you, if you down, doin what I'm talkin 'bout doin
Lord needs to get this book open
Turn your diseased waters, and give to the poor
You're fatherless as a widow, get up outta the penitentiary
And you down with that?
You ain't down with that?
Then shut yo' God damn ass up!"
[Sean Price]
It go, as I combine all the shells from my 9
Run up, gun up, gat is crackin your spine
Powerful impact, BOOM from the cannon
A new sheriff in town, clown I'm Reggie Hammond
I'm tryin to Get Rich or Die Tryin
You die tryin to get rich that's where the 9 lined him
'Burbs say with my wordplay I'm out of my mind
I'm at the herb gate and these niggas ain't, sellin no dimes
Get, deep in your face Illuminati your grill
Body somebody, and jump in my Ducati and peel
I'm not like these other rappers
Flashin the pants dance steps, fuck a rapper
Ruck is after the gold, and after that the platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane Starang pack the gat son
P!!
Motherfucker, son of a bitch