Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Brotha Lynch Hung f E-40, First Degree,Название : SituationДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me I`m out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that Shamrock Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet T-shirt, black mask In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette, and I do it to get my dick wet Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin` raped by my momma`s partner So I`ve been in pussy since I could start nuttin` I`m off that Cloraseptic and that Robatussin Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but I knew he wasn`t Had me dumpin` out the back of Cadillac`s on Walter Got a stinky smell to him, can`t even hug my momma I`m so sick I can`t sleep at night, might swallow my tongue Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, cuz we barbacuin` In a funky situation that`s how we do it Chorus: Situation, baby it seems I`m in a situation again I fuckin` realize it`s a situation of sin Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin` Why must this shit always involve dying? (E-40): Runnin` shit like Sosza, Big Bank Hank Smebbin` in a high performance zooped up Nova, pushin` crank Callin` shots on my gossipper, faulty chip 1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip Neighborhood watch better watch that ass I`m a paperboy and I collects that cash One more muthafuckin` complaint and your ass ain`t gon` last On a block where I clock cash so fast This is a stick up, nigga, don`t even try it If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon` die Pressure I apply, no lie, I got just finished doin` 10 For what? For killin` my best friend And I`ll murder again if I`m forced, then I must After the first time the second time was a rush What about the third time? The third time felt like sex What kind of guns did you use? Choppers, Uzis, Teks Whatever one works best I`ll make a mess upon shooting flesh, `bout 15 holes in his chest Vandalism, taggin` all muthafuckas names on the wall Scandalism, dyin` over all kinds of senseless shit that`s small Auto theft, stealin` cars for fun Snatchin` purses cuz I`m young and dumb If you a tourist check yo` map, don`t make the wrong turn Might end up in the hood where you gon` be learnin` CHORUS (First Degree): Rock it, don`t stop it, rock it, don`t stop I got this dirty yemp distributin` my womp But if it was up to her, fool we`d be fuckin` like beavers But I`m an over achiever around these heaters I don`t need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitch Now she lookin` for a nigga like me to feed her and shit Dumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka First Degree keep a leash on his dick Take notes, sit by the poor folks, I tell you `bout my strokes But I done been gave that up, ain`t healthy no more Cuz a this yappin` and feelin`, she strapped with the homies And her weak mind got all of Sacramento in a bind Lizzy Ann must die, the situation just ain`t right Cuz she got to bumpin` her gums like her momma, so I called her I said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter (Twamp Dog): Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back Talkin` bout takin` me down to the Sac town county jail, strapped up cuz I did a jack Armed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get me Knowin` I`m into straps, cuz every time I get caught one was sittin` with me 2 time before this, now add one more to the program quick Shackled down, now I`m on a mission to a one man cell with the quickness Think about the work that I did that night and what went wrong, to get a rider caught 30G bail cost to get me off, fightin` on the street, fuckin` watched Every 2 weeks another court date, thinkin` I can win, that`s no lie Kept on goin` on for some months, lookin` the judge right in the eyes Feelin` his anger, watched fools before me do petty crimes and he`s givin` `em time Bein` a bitch about muggin` on me, nigga talkin` shit to me, heated like Pointing guns at individuals, huh, I despise muthafuckas like you So it ain`t no love for me judgin` you, watcha gon` do? Take it to another court room? And that`s the first step for me, my lawyer knew the D.A. You know, so he tried to hook a brother up, you see If I did take a deal, it`s only one year guaranteed But I`m bout to give work for dough in a couple more weeks Tryin` to give 10 years, if I go to trial and lose the muthafucka Then I messed around and had to go back to the first judge, sayin` don`t work for ya I wasn`t gettin` off that easy, my case had a little substance And the odds are stacked against me, no frontin` Choices need to be made on the 7th A catch 22 in my midst, cuz either way I`m fucked Go to trial where I`ll probably lose, or take my ass on the run Or take a deal to a lesser charge, either one I`m gettin` struck Cuz doin` time is a mando thang and that got a muthafucka stuck CHORUS | Похожие исполнители: |
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