Letra de 'Break Dem Boyz Off' de Short Dawg

[Hook:]
Black lac my trunk crack break dem boys off
it's like this and like that [x4]
Break dem boys off

Break dem boys off,
Fours when I floss,
Ice in my grill almost froze up my mouth,
J's on my feet heavy tint on the lacrosse,
Suede on the seats got it feelin like a coutch,
So I'm leanin on recline,
Man it's goin down,
South top rag watch me drop it like a dime,
Yup that's the snitch,
Bout to hit a switch,
Screens fall watchin paid in full shouts to Mitch,
And the Ace,
Drank by the case,
Cup in my hand and it's white like paste,
Glock on my waste,
Apple over seal I'm a drink connoisseur so
I have to get em sealed,
What's the deal,
I ain't a cook but I can show you how my cake look,
That's why all these hoes on me like facebook,
A straight crook from the
4000 block trunk waivin like a bopper as I roll down the scott

[Hook x2]

And when them boys listen to me,
I make them bring it back like a austin powers movie,
Bops wanna do me,
Cops wanna cuff me,
If a hater trip we ride on him like a huffy,
Got a throwed yella with a body like buffy,
The name Short Dawg and I be clownin like krusty,
Boys swear they love me,
But they really haters,
Cause I'm in the slab swangin like will and jada,
Plus he worth a million and runnin,
Grill with the woman,
4 15's you can hear when I'm comin,
So why them boys frontin when they see me,
In the cadillac trunk bangin like weezy,
Please believe me,
These niggas broke I'm like what you tryna stunt for,
My screens bigger than the one on yo front door,
Let yo blunt blow,
Raise yo cup put yo hands on yo nuts and scream man
hold up cause we got,

[Hook x2]

I still got drank up in my cup man hold up,
Stacks got the pockets of my pants swole up,
Boys talkin down I'm like man so what,
They ain't tryna plex cause they sweeter than donuts,
And me I keeps it real,
Tell me how you feel,
Every time I spit a verse it show you why I got a deal,
Started as a dream,
Now I'm on the scene makin women scream
cause the flow tight as skinny jeans,
And I don't pen a thing every verse is off the noggin,
Southern flaame spitter got them niggas heads boppin,
Cause I'm hotter than poppa bears pourage,
Got them takin pictures like a tourist,
Whether I'm up in the club with mega,
Or in the booth recordin,
Or with my nigga pepper 5th wheel on the tauris,
I screan calls just to get the freaks mad,
And every time I pour up I wrie rest in peace Chad man

[Hook x2]