Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Caz f Bad AzzНазвание : Talkin LoudДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Uh yea, check this out here Dedicated to busters, marks, tricks Mickey ass niggas, whatever you may be (Fake ass) Keep it real {*beat starts*} Uh, uh Yea see we tryin to stay real up in these streets You know what I`m sayin Niggas talkin `bout things they drivin On streets they can`t even park it on You know what I`m sayin And they talkin `bout things they wearin That they can`t even spell, you know what I`m sayin Baby if you can`t afford it, don`t speak on it If you don`t live it, don`t beat it [Bad Azz] Look, never ever take your wives off the street Cuz niggas`ll catch you slippin and pull out they heat Everybody rappin ain`t talkin `bout nothin Watch us rush to the front and hush `em the fuck up We don`t give a shit, suck up, dick, when we come thru I thought you knew, this Double L cool D rainin like terror Wake up everyday and see my face in the mirror Make me wanna mash more, I ain`t trippin Get my cash so, that`s what the fuck a nigga blast fo` You need to stop, all of that poppin on my crew Cuz nigga the evil that men do I`ll have a nigga twisted in the mix with this I`m with my nigga Scoob ridin low tryin to get my chips I told you motherfuckers from the jump to the finish We gone do this, so end this, like a menace [Chorus - Bad Azz] 2x Why y`all be talkin loud But don`t know what the fuck your talkin about Just got down write me some cuts Sample, of a song that`s tight Don`t never let me see you touch a mic [Caz] I guess I gotta speak up on it, how I`m not feelin the game Simple and plain, these motherfuckers should be ashamed On how they flippin the bird, nigga absurd The niggas I ball with ain`t never even heard of You livin thru your raps, well busta I done traveled the maps Now I`m hustlin for claps, don`t make me turn back You little non-bangin nigga you don`t know me like that To do it too low, cuz you know, I`ll stop your whole show Keep that shit up out your fo`, we gone be alright Go and hire a real hood, and make them motherfuckin pockets tight Aight? Don`t speak up on it if you don`t be up on it You ain`t from my hood, so I know you don`t see up on it Sittin patient, waitin, a nigga get his turn though Learned my buisness, Big Caz be my witness Lyrical fitness, like four hundred to the chin I could call out some names, but where would I begin [Chorus 2x] [] Who breaks who off, who body is soft My controlness becomes a loss, bosses, ah no boss So test the stress, good luck, I hope you make it I`m sittin on the corner side of the street screamin "Buck get naked" The key is to gather this whole chatterness Not trippin off the ghettoness, I live in the scandolous It`s cool, cuz I live high to wild and rouze huh Been over to many times, bitch you should lose so we could choose Women of the world, please don`t envy me Rather hold to your struggles, your pain, and mistreating Walkin around here braggin about what you doin out here While these niggas got your life in they hand, pimpin you [Chorus til fade] | Похожие исполнители: |
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