The Geto Boys lyrics

(CHORUS)

"Fuck em, fu-fu-fuck fuck em all"

"I bury those cockroaches"

"What'd they ever do for us?"

"I bury those cockroaches"
"Fuck you man!"

[Willie D]

I gotta bone to pick cause I'm sick

Of you motherfuckers talkin shit

We pick you up, you put us down and I'm mad

Time to talk about your dog ass

[Scarface]

* originally recorded by Johny C and Juke Box

(You know who you're fuckin with?)

G-G-G-G-Geto Boys

(You know who you're fuckin with?)

G-G-G-G-Geto Boys

Geto Boys

Geto Boys

Geto Boys

Geto Boys

(Don't fuck with me!) --> Tony Montana

Geto Boys

Geto Boys

Geto Boys

Geto Boys

Geto Boys

Geto Boys

Geto Boys

Geto Boys

[ Scarface ]

I like to teach the world to be

A dope mayn just like me

I like to front the world some coke

And let them sell for me

Born in the ghetto as a street thug

At age 16 I started sellin cheap drugs

Extacy will cost you three

A year later I robbed a dope house and stole a ki

36 is what I count

Now multiply 36 with 700 a ounce

Bag it up and make my profit

Department chrone master speaking.
Yo "d" what’s up?
Just chillin’ man what’s up?
Give ’em geto boys a ring.
Hold ’em down.

Geto boys.
Ay.
What’s up "g"?
Yeah man I’ve got willie "d" on the other end.
What’s up will?
What’s up man? what’s up fellas?
Y’know.

Gangster of Love

I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with me, I'ma kick her little monkey ass!
See you hoes got it wrong!
Think that if some Nigga says he loves you he ain't strong.
Bitch you take the shit the wrong way.
And I can tell right now. It's gonna be a long day!

there seems to be alot of mothe fuckers blind to the fact
that a ho is gonna be just that
and this type of ignorance is the very
reason why so many niggas in the goddamned cemetary
inteligence is on call
you dont treat a ho like a queen who behaves lika a dog
are you the type who wont put a ho in front of a trigger
then youre a ho assed nigga
goddamned hound
pound for pound

(Oh my goodness!)
(Hit it)

[ VERSE 1: Willie D ]
Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict
Somebody finna get they ass kicked
If you ain't down with the Geto Boys
Get your happy ass outta dodge
The rumors you heard ain't slander
Willie D don't give a fuck about a goddamn by-stander
So when you see me clutch my fist
Get out the way or get t-rolled, bitch

Yo Bushwick, whaddya do when m'fuckas underestimate your size man?

First of all I laugh
(Then what?)
Smash their ass like a goddamn carcrash
So if you wanna try your luck
C'mon...play pussy'n'get fucked
Ass-hole snicker and get beat
Your a bad motherfucker if you dare to compete
Cause Diana Ross be comin' at your ass fool
And have you singing the blues
To all now bicker and I'll pound

(He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)

[ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ]
Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat
Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends
The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left

(All I have in this world)
(All I have in this world)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in this world)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in this world)

(Balls)
(Balls)
(Balls)
(Balls)

[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn

[ Bushwick Bill ]
Say D and Ak, those muthafuckas are down there at the mall protestin aginst us, man
[ Willie D ]
What?!
[ Scarface ]
Man, you bullshittin, man
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yo, this's on the deuce, fuck the one
I bullshit you not, my nigga
I walked in there, seen muthafuckin picket signs and shit
Sayin 'ban the Geto Boys', we're a bad influence on their kids

[ Intro ]
Today's special is Geto dope processed in Fifth Ward, Texas
We sell so much of this until they want to know what we put in it
OK, I'm gonna share this recipe with y'all
Hey John, gimme an ounce of that ether Fifth Ward bass
Yeah, aw yeah!
Yo Doug! Give me a half a key of uncut drums
Aw yeah! Yeah!
Say Red, give me a pound of them horns with red (???) cents in it!
Yeah, aw yeah!