Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Tha Alkaholiks f XzibitНазвание : Hit and RunДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke? The whole club was filled with the indo smoke E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn`t matchin So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in Lorenzo`s, but anyway, them hoes was deep Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep [E-Swift] Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall Here`s a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol Starin at your chest, and I can only guess Lord have mercy what`s up under that Adidas dress Yo shortay, you`re lookin kinda nice Stick around and watch us rock the mic device She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled I don`t think I`m large so she didn`t bust my bubble It`s the Liks baby where your girlfriends at She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back No sweat, I`ll go out and get em Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin Got the three hoes in the front row chillin That`s how it be when you play high post Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost [Xzibit] This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week It was this fly ass freak, I didn`t sleep, I got the digits, laid back Coolin at the crib one day I think I`ll call her, we`re talkin on thephone for half an hour I finally ask her can a nigga come through She talkin bout she ain`t dressed I said "Cool, I`m still comin over" I get there, she`s chillin in some undies and a robe Ice cold, forty down in the freezer And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her How she tellin me she ain`t no skeezer An hour later I was breakin her off in each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in I got up and then I washed my shit Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check Chorus: Repeat 2X All I really wanna do Is tap that ass `fore the night is through All I really wanna do Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash [J-Ro] I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray the club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day That`s when I seen her, the freak from the diner Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass I said my name is big game all in her face I said for what it`s worth, I`m the best on earth Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet She said, "Mmm, J-Ro yeah! Just let me know the time and I`ll be there" I said, "I`m drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven`s sake Let`s go to Larry Parker`s for a burger and a shake" We got to the place I started stuffin my face Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste I didn`t wanna get stuck so I said, "What the heck I left my money in the truck so won`t you pick up the check" And the next move, you might think it`s tasteless But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress [Xzibit] We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it`s funny The shit bitches do for money Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights I`d rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her I said, "Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties A couple of brothers cause I don`t know the kids before me You`re trippin." Dip into the streets to chill Nigga these days, I`m gettin PJ`s, on the freeways It`s lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer Yo, it`s the one and only who welp the bitches Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self I`m a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass Chorus | Похожие исполнители: |
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