Yukmouth feat. NYCE & Who'z Who Kidnap U Lyrics

Godzilla Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Godzilla, Part 2
  • 2 Money & Power
  • 3 Nothin 2 a Bo$$
  • 4 Regime Mobstaz
  • 5 Stuntastic
  • 6 Pimp da Bitch
  • 7 Do My Thang
  • 8 Kidnap U
  • 9 Somebody Gonna Die 2 Nite
  • 10 Ya Boy
  • 11 I Want Ya Body
  • 12 Thug Lordz
  • 13 Be Easy
  • 14 What It Do
  • 15 Go Hard
  • 16 Do It B.I.
  • 17 Model Chickz
  • 18 Hard Tymez
  • (feat. Nyce & Who'z Who)

    Hey girl what you doin? (Wooooooh)
    You busy? (ooohhh)
    Well let a nigga come kidnap you, ya dig?" (ohhhh)
    Scoop you up take you on a lil' adventure, ya dig? (Yeaaaaaaaaaah)
    Aiight I'm commin round

    (Verse 1 – Yukmouth)
    She said her nigga used to scoop her at the boxer
    Take her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh)
    Rock her wrists out but bitch he ain't a mobster
    Yukmouth your best friend your lover and your father
    The baller, I'll be the first to fuck you in the prowler (that's right)
    Huh, I ain't gon call ya like them niggas that jock ya
    Bitch I ain't gon follow ya like niggas that stalk ya (uh-huh)
    Huh, I give ya space, call me up just to rock ya
    Knock ya boots break ya off proper
    Get loose ya head doctor
    Let me kidnap you, hold you for ransom
    No holdin' hands or romancin' just fuckin' to this anthem
    Poppin champagne bottles and then some
    I'm a boss like Tony Dense and money make me handsome
    The coup make them wanna fuck a nigga on the fluke
    And them jewels make them bitches pop that Gucci like glue
    So what you wan do? Barbeque a meal do?
    I'll wheel through; steal you for a night, what's the deal boo? (Whooo oh oh)

    (Hook – Who's Who)
    Let me take you away to ecstasy (Baby)
    Baby done where you wanna be (ooh yeah)
    Let me kidnap you
    Let me kidnap you tonite (c'mon baby)
    Do everything you wanna do (c'mon baby whatever you want)
    I jus wanna spend the nite with you (baby)
    Let me kidnap you (yeaah)
    Let me kidnap you tonite (ooohhh)

    (Verse 2 – Yukmouth)
    She said her nigga used to take her to the tropics
    All of the diamonds flawless
    Prada boots he copped it, Gucci shoes he copped it
    Now, switch the topic
    You like the chronic or that hypnotic or ex pills, let's get it poppin'
    I have you dancing topless don't stop it
    Dropping of that chronic, hypnotic its only logic
    I put it deep in ya stomach and make you run from it, cum from it
    The pun ani get crushed like pun done it
    Ya man, ya husband, ya dude, ya fiancé
    Need to cherish you; you got an ass like Beyonce
    A face like Mya a body like Free
    Tits like the queen bee with tattoos like eve, Bo!
    Your man a geek he borin' out, tourin' out
    Scoop you up at 3 in the morning ridin something foreign
    And get ya wetter than rain wen its pourin'
    I bang, bang, bang till six in the mornin'!


    (Verse 3 – Nyce)
    Well it's the heartbreaker, Mack makeup and mark
    Jake up at the large paper and spill ya pockets for me boss player (???)
    I make em floss now make em think they'll toss later
    Take me shoppin' for jew-ells and minx in Las Vegas
    I cause paper Nyce-tee ain't a bimbo
    I drive the Benzo the back seat is where ya friends go
    Pedal to the metal in Gucci stilettos
    I will punch the shit out-a bitch I'm still ghetto
    22 inch mo mo's them other hoes is so so
    Me nolo trim's Louie bag colourful logo's
    Hah, federal niggas is a no no
    I can't stand you hobo's
    So step it the fuck up if your doe low
    Your hoe, your bitch, your wife, your fiancé
    Need to cherish you you got more whites than libera chi
    So let's pretend like we both got nobody
    Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump start this party


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