Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: 8 Ball and MJG f P. DiddyНазвание : When It`s OnДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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I`m just a drop top flippin`, flippin` Fifth of Yacht sippin`, sippin` Dope crack that`s going in the strip clubs tippin` MJG ah, P.I.M.P. ah Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her The new millennium poet Forever show it, can`t blow it If you reap it, you sow it I, pay my, dues And it`s the rules that I play by Carry the team like I`m A.I I used to cook rocks, and hit the block And gun in the bushes, and money in my sock Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous I was in the hood strapped up good Watchin` my anus I`m a target splitter The world strongest man hardest hitter Even though you hate I still elevate regardless nigga Step to us boy, look what you done started And we don`t even care that your arsenal be the largest [Hook: 8 Ball & MJG, P. Diddy] When it`s on, it`s on, it`s on, it`s on When it`s on, you better get your shit and be gone When it`s on, it`s on, it`s on, it`s on When it`s on, you better get your shit and be gone When it`s on, it`s on, it`s on, it`s on When it`s on, you better get your shit and be gone When it`s on, it`s on, it`s on, it`s on When it`s on, you better get your shit and be gone [Verse 2: 8 Ball] Look, you niggaz play too much mayne You need to pump yo` brakes Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes Right in my face caught a case tryin` to defend my space Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind of nigga that`s gone end up being a dead body Yo` wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol` daddy They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley It`s cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul For bricks or snow, niggaz will fuck you like a dirty hoe Kick yo` door and put and your babies on the floor See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go A nigga tell you don`t let business turn personal Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin` you Niggaz out here hurtin` fool Nothing is for free mayne Fuckin` with the game That`s how that shit be mayne [Hook] [Verse 3: 8 Ball] I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn I don`t go around poppin` shit wit` niggaz who talkin` Them niggaz ain`t talkin` no more Closed coffin Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I Like that boy from Best Eye nigga ready to die For my bread and them niggaz that considered me family Hold it down mayne I got you til we up there wit` granny [Verse 4: MJG] Cause as soon as I start writing I start going through physical Deeper into my spiritual I`m so fuckin` lyrical MJG the realest the truth the definition Just call me the competition I`m still stomping and pimpin` I`m still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hood I got the key to the city, the streets is all good My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded I`m still hoping and praying to God I don`t use it [Hook - until fade] [P. Diddy - talking] | Похожие исполнители: |
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