Хотите запечатлеть незабываемые моменты? Доверьте свои фотографии профессионалу! Услуги талантливого фотографа - гарантия качественных снимков и восхитительных портретов.
Артист: Celly CelНазвание : 4 Tha ScrillaДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : bay area westcoast rap vallejo 707 gangsta Видео:
|
||
featuring B Legit E 40 Verse 1 *(Celly Cel)* A slave to the hood have no money in my pants rollin wit some heat to make a mutha fucka dance had a chance to bubble had my hustle but I blew that I walked up in the gun store an ran out wit a new gat a double four I don`t want my million dolla mission 211 bitches kissin on my chrome wit skrilly in my vision can`t move wit out the mail wanna hustle, so I figga I go out there when they posted up an rush a nigga. Verse 2 *(E-40)* But I can go anotha way, (notha way) hopefully tighter, (tighter) but if I slip, I slip, dislocated my hip its suicidal, that`s my new get back, all kinds listen to that flavor, the racateerin, racateerin, copy bootin-legger, or however, whatever, long as the weathers clever, my feelin the house might become a snitch fo the boss, ain`t no tellin, ain`t no tellin, on to meltin, meltin, meltin, meltin, make a nigga bleed fo the skrilla Verse 3 *(B-Legit)* Three drunk niggaz wit they gages loaded, 55 kicks, an them Asian hoes, but I don`t wanna beef, cuz the game be fake, strip a mutha fucka fo his cars a must, tagged up a 600 SEL, a three way split, me, 40, an Cel, about my mail I was bound to have, see you fuckin wit a mutha fuckin Savage. Chorus x2 *(Celly Cel, E-40, B-Legit) 50 ways to get my scratch on fool, I`m a killa fo the skrilla, that`s what we do, It`s, ah, fo the skrilla, I did it fo the skrilla, see I`m nuthin but a killa doin dirt fo the skrilla. Verse 4 *(B-Legit)* Landlord, landlord, where you at?? I`m hidin in the bushes wit a baseball bat, I need that sack that you made today, or watch me turn into Willie Mays. Verse 5 *(Celly Cel)* On a mission fo my mail, an you know fo sho we gonna get it, it`s the first bitch, gimme yo check so I can flip it, an when I do, she ain`t gonna see a penny of this shit, cryin havin fits, but I`m in it fo the skrilla bitch. Verse 6 *(E-40)* Gotta fertilize yo cash an make it greener, electrictronic scale triple beamer, juss as sneaky as I wanna be, trifle do, fuck goin by the hood an stick it to them hoes. Verse 7 *(B-Legit)* Tenants are livin on the card, them hoes, City Bank Visa, but the card is stole, retail price, juss pay me half, but you gotta come right wit the cash. *(Chorus)* x2 Verse 8 *(E-40)* I done took a few heads fo the skrill Bay, hope it don`t come back an haunt me, got funk wit like seven different crews, cuz I done jacked, kidnapped, an did dirt to them fools, watch my back, been lookin over my shoulder, hella sneaky cuz I heard them niggaz got grenades, I`m from the Bay so regardless what I`m caught up in, this tangle, can`t get up out the Dodge, wit this federal beeper on my ankle. Verse 9 *(B-Legit)* Mutha fuckaz don`t ride fair no mo, get snatched out the 9-6, 5 point 0, took to the hills to get stapled man, while a nigga ride off in a Stang. Verse 10 *(Celly Cel)* Man I need some ends, but to get the ends I gotta sin, fuck it, let me page a nigga live, bout what I`m a spend, bring me a pound, I got it sewn on this side of town, you got that yay, you weigh, i pay, fool that`s how it`s goin down, bring it in zippers, an I`m a bring the body ripper, the big dipper, wit an extra thirty round clipper, he brought it back, laid out to the fullest, little did he know I had his name engraved on my bullet, dumpin like a fool, served, nigga pumpin gas, had that heat fo his ass, took his jacket an all his cash, I made him fill a, money hoe, we blood spilla, straight killa, I did it fo the skrilla. *(Chorus)* x2 | Похожие исполнители:
|
Опубликовать в блоге/дневнике/жж (html-код)
Опубликовать на форуме (bb-код)
Прямая ссылка на эту страницу