Sizzlin' - Sub-Zero

You know highly flammable got to keep this shit at the

Right temperature you know it’s able to blow up

(Keek da Sneek)

I roll a hundred nigga get bread aim to split heads

Get caught in the red get put to sleep fast like Sudafed

Gota get it all n da door you know it’s walnut hoe

We hit sets like push up me and my nortenos

Surenos crips blood pimps macs it’s gangsta shit whaatttt

Pinky fingers up cuzz I’m still ten deucin

Keep bitches grindin slide cars n boosting

You can catch me out in Houston sipping some syrup

Smoke Sherm in LA ten boot in ice berg

22's pinch the curb we won’t worry bout flats

5th wheel no spare extra dub in the back

It’s like that it’s like that whhaattt

JD I am kill me bitch broke come pick me up

Still mix remy and bubbly in a Styrofoam cup

Still hot lava when I came to erupt

Sizzlin

How you’re breath smell like shit and your pop’s still living

He sizzling he sizzling

How You’re mom 60 something and she still hop n children

She sizzling she sizzling

(mac dre)

I’m a bayboy old school like the palladium

You can catch my at the Network of Associates stadium

On those spinners ducen and skating em

The boys get behind me I’m yokin n shackin em

My bitches broke cuzz I’m breaking em every chance I get

Niggas always claim that’s my bitch

I’m rich trick put your gun to my shit

I use to swang them things out the cadillac bitch

I’m drayvise

And I am feeling kinda maybeis

I’m a California hot boy drapies and gravies

Saucy

Ask me what my rims cost me

Ten five nigga I’m living kinda bossy

I go hard my bitches ask me why

Nice things to have nice things to buy

Seea nigga three d

T mother fucking H I double Z (ah)

They call him bz bz

He so great at this

How’da did he say that shit

I’m on the track sizzlin

Yea I style 'n wow

Slap the fuck out a child

Just cuz he looks bitch

Little niggers get it too

That’s how we get at you

Grown man like child

Yea it sounds pitiful

My temper ain’t the issue

Yea it’s the bitch in you

Got you hempt up against the locker like the vison do

Hey you bring ur punk ass out side

That radio tell ur lil brother that shit mine

And ain’t I never smile when I didn’t want to shit’s irrelevant

If I don’t this birch nigga I just tell em it

You just like Bin Ladin murder click

In my name you trust on some murder shit

I’ll take ur face n refurnish it

I’ll take ur nose put where your asshole at and make you smell it