Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: UNLVНазвание : 3rd Ward Court DateДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : new orleans bounce new orleans new orleans bounce rap rap hip hop Видео:
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Verse one: {tec-9} It all started in the streets at the age of ten I started hangin out late snatchin purses with my friends I went solo one day on st. charles you see Lookin for a white lady that was peepin id I see one in sight skin was white as a duck She just dont fuckin know Im bout to show her boo-koo love Im bout to beat her up so I asked the hoe the time She looked down and broke her crown she bent down Stupid clown I jetted with her purse and I hear some Gangsters whisper found slug and some coke That was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke With a snug Im feelin hard Im eighty strong from the third I scored a fuckin quarter jetted quick down to fossil So I slipped now Im caught Chorus: {yella boy} Until I used to rap rap rap Rap shit everyday now the name of My rap is third ward court date I used to rap rap rap Rap shit everyday now the name of My rap is third ward court date Verse two: {tec-9} Three cops and Im caught I cant believe They got me locked down up in this place My first offense and I caught myself a murder case Parish prison blues gave me no time to choose I either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo lifer Shit my woman still sendin me money Thinkin Im a come back home I like to think that way but evidence shown Prints plus a murder weapon Im up shit creek watchin for vanish on the proud Got me losin sleep Im gettin lots of letters But I dont give a fuck Im stuck like chuck and she Wouldnt put the house up Will I get probation? Or will I get free? Im facin the court date My destination is the three Chorus: {yella boy} {2x} Verse three: {lil ya} Layin in my cut thinkin of a deaf rhyme Got to make it short because I dont have a lot of time Im seein old gees from the past Smart like a motherfucker I wonder how they last Niggas had fades, and bushes and shit Just like on the street the third was runnin it You couldnt step close to the blue Like jefferson said ya fat I thought you knew? Here again with the juror food for days thats what The motherfucker kept Im chillin in lower nine With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Ced on parole hes in the house with a boot in his mouth Boot up back and make him knock it out Gangsters on the phone talkin to them hoes Call sterol on the three and do a pere Cuz Im a villain and Im chillin Its six six three one Verse four: {yella boy} Up early in the mornin time to catch the White bangor the roof so we can Put the heat in my back I caught the first charge The coke charge a Gun charge to sittin in the "u stunn What the fuck am I gonna do Im chillin in my jail cell talkin to the attorney He said did you pull the trigger if so your goin on A long journey on the court session Standin tall like a man They got my feet, and arms shackled im Holdin my right hand I caught juvenile life plus a extra to exist Like my nigga tec said (ahh shit Im in effect) Peewees fuckin playhouse dont want them havin fun Cuz all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that aint no gun My heat is smokin Im thinkin hard all you fake ass new jack Pussy better hold that noise they must see what I see Yes, Im big Im bad Im buff motherfuck that p.t. shit Cuz here I come to bust here come the guard friday night At night no more visitation he leave sit back aint shit Im bout to take a lil vacation bog boy be chillin And Im from that one two three But you better be cool before he slang you with that heat now Im buckin in the hole nigga be real dont shed no tears Cuz early thursday mornin bitch Im goin to styleville Verse five: {lil ya} I call my nigga baby hes at the office Doin paper work tryna get me out But his lawyer actin like a murk Feedin him the wrong arm damn right We had to communicate to keep shit tight I sit at the kite some nights When I flight and write To my niggas and bitches who was close and all right May the ninth was my court date No witness no gun so they threw away the case I was free july the twelfth down for armed robbery Imagine how a nigga felt and fuck that judge Because that bitch came late Tryna give me time on my third ward court date Chorus: {yella boy} {2x} | Похожие исполнители:
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