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Splacka splacka, splacka splacka, splacka splacka
Shot him anyway, motherfucker I don't play
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
Point it at the crowd and commence to splacking
Point it at the crowd and commence to splacking

I got a mission to six to hook up with some tricks
Them hoes want to help out a nigga on his spliff
So I pull up at the hotel room with no guilt
Thinking if I'm gone get away or if I'm gone get kilt
But fuck it, I gotta do it, my pockets kind of brown
So I kick in the door and lay the motherfucker down
Don't budge, don't breathe, don't even make the slightest noise
If you do motherfucker, I'm putting a six to your boys
Splacka splacka, splacka splacka, splacka splacka
Shot him anyway, motherfucker I don't play yeah
Tied up the motherfucker onto the chair
Then have thoughts of killing him, just leaving him right there
Some more niggas came in, I said fuck it, lets fiend him
Pop the nigga in the chair and then I ran with the caprice
Now I'm on the run, straight up I gotta go
Through the window and then I fell with the hoes

Splacka splacka, splacka splacka, splacka splacka
Shot him anyway, motherfucker I don't play
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
Point it at the crowd and commence to splacking
Point it at the crowd and commence to splacking

Now I'm riding with these two hoes thinkin that I'm stuck
Then they pull to the side and they ask for they cut
Now ain't this a bitch, what the fuck I'm gone do
I got the gat from the back and I bust them hoes too
Took them out in the field, headed to my niggas house
I got blood into the seat, dippin' to the south
And I hope I don't run into College Park or East Point
Couldn't pick up no wealth, but I got papers for a joint
Then I ride east and made a right on Washington Road
I caught a wicked ass thought and a light in my nose
I'm thinking of these motherfuckers that used to be down with me
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
So I crept on in, and caught the niggas sleeping good
What the fuck, East Point controlling the hood
I gotta get the hell on and make my escape
But then leave the motherfuckers, got caught by the gate

They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G

At the apartments, I'm headed for the highway
I got plenty faith in this shit, it's going my way
I was laid back, cooling, like I went to Missourch?
Outside were the boys of the niggas that I jacked there first
I made a left, the hell on with a joint in my mouth
I'm rolling fast as fuck, towards 85 South
Policed the other motherfuckers, then other motherfuckers
Trying to take me down, but I refuse to hit the ground
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
Before these motherfuckers try to take me up in the zone
I got herbs and curbs everywhere, I should be bendin'
I got a feeling it's gonna be a fucked up ending
I got a flat, my chins broke with all these foes behind me
Only thought in my mind was to get the nine G
I got up out the car with the gat but have my back
Point it at the crowd and commence to splackin'

Point it at the crowd and commence to splackin'
Point it at the crowd and commence to splackin'
Point it at the crowd and commence to splackin'
Point it at the crowd and commence to splackin'

I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on

They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
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Copyright ©Lyrics © Emi Music Publishing
WriterArturo Jr. Pka Kid Frost Molina, Alvin trivette
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedFebruary 20th, 2014
Last updatedMarch 5th, 2022
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