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Ameraycan Studios - Lick A Shot Live At The Fillmore San Francisco August 16 2000 Lyrics

[Intro: B-Real]
I'm gonna take you back right now
We're gonna go back to '93 for a second
This one of my favorites joints off of the Black Sunday album

Lick a shot
Comin' at ya

[Verse 1: B-Real | Sen Dog]
Zip-ah-dee-doo-dah, zip-ah-dee-ayy
My oh my, wanna get that punk with the AK
And get on the way
On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass J
You boy, you can't hang
Flashback on the skills when I used to bang
On the corner, I'll warn ya, gonna roll on ya
Fool, hit ya with a golden rule
Don't turn your back on the street
When I hit that corner, feel the concrete
Push that button like nothin'
And then watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden
Blastin' at these fools with a passion
Look at the Glock when it's time for some action

[Chorus: Sen Dog | B-Real]
So I let the gat hum, let the gat hum
(I lick your twat)
I let the gat hum, let the gat hum
Bo! Bo! Bo!
I lеt the gat hum, let the gat hum
(Lick a shot)
I lеt the gat hum, let the gat hum
[Verse 2: B-Real | Sen Dog]
Sunday morning, wake up, it's stormin'
Raindrops fallin' on my head, it's pourin'
Cats and dogs, pigs in a wagon
Waitin' for a Cypress Hill that's bangin'
Scooby-Doo, and fuck you, too (It's a warning)
Don't let your punk ass try me
Gonna take more than you
Call for your backup team and wait for your crew
'Cause I'm the one flippin', keepin' the clip on my hip
And just watch your back if you're slippin' (Come around)
Where did that .22 come from?
When the bullet passed through my lung
I've lost my breath, I'm winded
Been hit by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder, I wonder
If a nigga like me's goin' under, take a number

[Chorus: Sen Dog | B-Real]
So I let the gat hum, let the gat hum
(I lick your twat)
I let the gat hum, let the gat hum
Bo! Bo! Bo!
I let the gat hum, let the gat hum
(Lick a shot)
I let the gat hum, let the gat hum
Bo!
[Verse 3: B-Real]
Had a bad dream, woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard, bullshit
This pine box ain't strong enough to contain the Afro locks
Critical bell rings, snapped out the dream
What the fuck's up with the funny red beam
Pointin' at me? I got no strap, G
What now? Gotta duck, they're gonna gat me
Bam, I feel numb
Where did the shotgun blast come from?

[Chorus: Sen Dog | B-Real]
So I let the gat hum, let the gat hum
(I lick your twat)
I let the gat hum, let the gat hum
Bo! Bo! Bo!
I let the gat hum, let the gat hum
(Lick a shot)
I let the gat hum, let the gat hum
(Fire)

[Outro: Sen Dog | B-Real]
Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)
Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)
Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)
Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)
Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)
Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)
Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)
Let the gat hum (Lick a shot)