Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: 2PacНазвание : All OutДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop gangsta rap hip hop west coast rap Видео:
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[Kastro & Napoleon] We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz (That`s right, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah Outlaw `til it`s over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I`m a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts And still down to die for all my souljas Like hillbillies, they don`t fear me So refuse bringin war to the city With each breath, death before dishonor Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor A general in war, I`m the first to bomb With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed I`m similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wonderin who shot me No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi Murder my friends, build a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky You got a lot of nerve to play me Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z (buck buck buck buck buck buck) And still avoid capture, while y`all caught up in the rapture Still after me, I`m in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn`t I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states I`m screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain`t no thang We was raised off drive-by`s, brought up to bang We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific And get this, I`m hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots? Live it up, of give it up, and my demons Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out! [Chorus: EDI] We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out Take them the war route, without a doubt Ball, which means we all ride if it`s on Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out Try`na see the next day, nigga go all out Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out [Napoleon] I`m on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats Feelin like I`m all out, drunk as can be It`s plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin` in bushes Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood Outlawz my blood brothers, I`d die for these thuggs Say hi to this slug, it`s a shame how some niggaz on the west coast was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop I`m on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain`t no west coast thug Just westcoast what?To my real niggaz stuck in the street game Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins Is it true what I`m sayin?Slap your soft ass to the floor And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this It`s all from my heart when I was writin this All out [chorus] [Kastro] Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us Ain`t nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain`t forgot bout cha These glocks hot, and when shot, it`ll bring the bitch up out cha It`s me, Kastro with the goattee Walkin` like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me I pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me I go all out, and if you real, you real Feel what I`m talkin` bout, cause this game is ill I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, `till they feel it Livin` proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can`t deal wit` Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin` all out Nigga [chorus] - 2X fool, you better go all out keep goin` all out all my niggaz goin` all out without a muthafuckin` doubt [EDI talking] Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh talkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin records and we ain`t gon say shit, now it`s 1999 It`s a different grind, don`t disrespect the Don It`s still war motherfuckers So let`s see you act like you know | Похожие исполнители:
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