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Артист: Jermaine DupriНазвание : Get Your Shit RightДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop dirty south hip hop atlanta Видео:
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(feat. DMX, The Mad Rapper) [DMX] Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (Yeah) [Chorus: repeat 2X] To all my bitches in the spot lookin` real fly An` all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin` high An` all my playas world wide it`s just you and I Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right [Jermaine Dupri] First off, y`all niggaz know I don`t slouch An` as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about I`m from the South, ya heard? Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas Live lavish From ATL to Dallas an` the little palace Goin once, goin twice, everyday, livin nice In the grey wit the ice, makin money rollin dice Livin the life, that y`all dream of Puttin niggaz outta business like Sony did to Sega You seen us, the green stuff An nuttin` else that`s all I collect I got the hots like the Lox - Money, Power and Respect An` I can damn the check that any of y`all niggaz spit I stay hittin, I ain`t bullshittin (he ain`t bullshittin) Nigga, wit more glitta, than M.J. It`s all pimp play, when it comes to me An` y`all motherfuckers know how J.D. gets down An` those who don`t it`s a new sheriff in town Feel me now [Chorus x2] [Mad Rapper] Yo, let me tell you were I`m at y`all Shits kinda sad y`all If you ride the buses or trains Watch ya back ya`ll Who think he stallin? I still ain`t ballin An` I got wild bills An` a crowd that keeps callin My dogs wanna hang (bark) My bitches wanna bang But it don`t mean a thang When all you got is change That`s why my women ain`t dimes Not even close to nines Sorta like fives and sixes Wit scars and stiches Type of bitches that spit in yo` face like Alomar Broke hoes without a car snatchin` fruit from salad bars Which one of ya`ll come on, test me now Me not goin` nowhere, you don`t impress me now So next time you see me up in them clubs I`m probably scemin` While you at the bar Brick hard and fiendin` I wait for 4 o`clock when yo` drunk ass is leavin` Cause I paid to get in An` now I gotta pray teethin` [Chorus x2] [DMX] Niggas goin` to parties Thousand dollar shoes and jewels You Begets what I be wantin` so I be bringin` the tool Tryin` to snatch up all that ice that you came in An` nigga D be flippin`, yeah, money, it`s the same shit What you thought Cause you bought A joint You might be able to creep a nigga When he ain`t on point An` I can see it in yo` eyes that you comin` closer than tryin` An` every step you take brings yo` ass closer to dyin` An` I don`t flow wit the dough cause money comes and goes Gimme the love of my thugs Hoodrats and hoes, an` I`m good Cause motherfucker I`m stayin in the hood An` I`m gon` rip till I`m stiff like wood You wishin` that you could Keep it as real as me An` you gon` know that the pain that you feel is me When I get ill it be Some next shit Darkman, Motherfuckin X shit Wreck shit For respect bitch [Chorus x4] | Похожие исполнители:
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