Webbie Six 12's Lyrics

(Webbie verse 1)
I ride down ya street u can hear me in ya den.
Shakin n____s walls when i put it past 10
G- S**t, I aint even gotta rap in em
I Like to play tha songs with alotta slap in em
The amp turned up so it sound like this
My girl ask me y i like it loud like this
I got the by 9s cross the back and i bet

U neva seen a n____ with tha pound like this
I ride by the club and evry body get loose
The hoes get to tootin, all the n____s get to bootin
Dont nobody try me know im quick to get to shootin
Im known around town as the lit n____ with the music
And im doin all good, and the cake not bad
I aint lyin if i tried i could break my glass
The police pull me over and they raid my cash
Man they be wishin they could take my a**

(CHORUS)
I got six 12's(u can tell)
I got six 12's(u can tell)
I got six 12's(u can tell)
I got six 12's(u can tell)
I got six 12's(u can tell)
I got six 12's(u can tell)
I got six 12's(u can tell)
I got six 12's(u can tell)
I got six 12's(u can tell)
I got six 12's(u can tell)
I got six 12's(u can tell)
I got six 12's(u can tell)
I got alotta people wanna steal my s**t
I got six 12's u can hear my s**t

(webbie verse 2)
Man i really be trunken, man i really be beatin
U can hear when im comin, u can hear when im leavin
I got it hooked up the sickest so aint no since in competin
Man yo s**t is the cheapest, u might blow out ya speakas
And we blowin and all, I got warrants and all
Done looked down at the phone, I done missed a few calls
Me and boosie was thuggin, ballin out on the rent
He was tellin me sumthin but i couldnt much hear it
Cause the music was b__pin, I could barely much see em
Cause we was smokin on sumthin that we just got from korea
All the hatas was watchin as they was checkin the paint
All the b***hes was jockin, they look at us and faint
We done came to the top but n____s thought that we cant
Man this lil n____ trippin, he done waste all his drank
On my brand new interior u know the leather is mink
But im way past straight so that aint nuthin to me

(mouse verse 1)
Now when i cut it up to 8 u hear that boom bing bow bam
I block around the club, they be like oohhwwee got dam
Evry body lookin tryn to see who I am
Cut that numba 9 on when I play that trill fam
2 supa charged amps with the airconditioner fans
The pipes sound good and the motor is a man
Lil mama wanna ride but I sorta made plans
I gotta go get my cousin cause he fresh up out the pen
Then im goin scoop webbie, he goin park the drop top
Just got my 94 caprice up out tha chop shop
Six pioneers mounted up in a block box
Me and shell buckin give a f**k if the cops watch
Old jams make then old folkes wanna pop lock
Check me if u want, get yo stupi a** glock popped
Evry wipp a n____ ride gotta be top notch
We dont play a song in that b***h if it aint got knock