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Артист: DramaНазвание : It`s On Da MapДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : black metal symphonic black metal russian rap hip-hop Видео:
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Hook: 8x It`s on da map (uh huh, yeah!) Verse 1: Drama Been down and dirty from the start Bitch I been damn hard Kept it treal, locked our grills, stayed away from them buster`s Hidey hi, hidey ho, listen nigga this here how it go C-4 to ya door, blow yo muthafuckin block off Thoroughbred, bitch, ho, nigga, let`s lock up A-t-l-a-n-t-a, G-A that`s where I fuckin` stay Haps and hurl ya gats, listen boy check ya map Hydro, I blow everyday all day When I die Lord please let me be high and fucked up A blunt off in my mouth and some yak off in my cup Chin checking, wig splitter, with a tank off in my pants Fuck the talking, square it out, cock ya pistol let`s dance Its Tight IV Life and this ya Colonel, Mr. D-r-a-m-a Godby Road is where ya from and that`s located in the A But since ya won`ts ta ask, then I got to let `cha know I represent Atlanta, Georgia, please believe that`s on the blow Hook: 8x It`s on da map (uh huh, yeah!) Verse 2: Pastor Troy I pump slugs, please do not play with me I promise you gone see a place that you gone hate to be I stand there patiently, then I start cranking up This Remi in my cup Tell them they fucking up I come from way back, it`s Bankhead ho A North Avenue, 1342 While you at home with boo, I`m on the grind ho I come from Georgia ho Just thought I`d let y`all know I puff upon my dro`, the best I ever had Please do not make me mad, with all the ackin bad Boy I swear I got some bullets long as ding-a-ling And I ain`t only killing you I`m killing everything So bling bling if ya wanna, I`m cut off jeans and a tee I`m representing like a flag for D.S.G.B. Ain`t nothing free so you ol` me for this ass spankin` Where the muthafuckers from what`cha thinking Hook: 8x It`s on da map (uh huh, yeah!) Verse 3: Fabo There come the police, knocking on my do` With the GBI, said I was over the Georgia line I committed a homicide Running for my life this year it`s 2000 I`m bout to get mine Started flipping the scrip, on the grind, all the time Now it`s tragedy, cause everybody know what`s happening They got me up at the post office, they after me Can`t capture me I`m a young gun, a desperado Go blow for blow I`m a hell of a nigga, they already know I know they`ll try that`s why I got my vest protecting my chest And I`m dressed in black boy And that`s the really take care of the rest I`m feeling distressed, I know I should`ve but do I would Muthafucker tried to buck, that`s why I had to do it I could`ve blew it, I did it execution style He was on his knees and nailed his hands on the bathroom tile I stayed awhile, and filled the house of evidence They go through hell fucking with this Georgia resident Hook: 16x It`s on the map (uh huh, yeah!) (Pastor Troy) They bout to see a blood bath, A blood bath | Похожие исполнители:
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