Текст песни 5050 Twin f Chamillionaire, Slim Thug - Real Thuggs
5050 Twin f Chamillionaire, Slim Thug - Real Thuggs слова песни
(*talking*)50/50 Lil` Twin, I`m in here with Slim Thugger the BossAnd the cocky copy machine King KoopaWe off this Nawfside of HoustonWe just wanna put it down for all the thugstersAnd the gangstas naw I mean, dig these blues cutty what[Slim Thug]Slim and 50 gon drop classics, to the day they drop our casketsSome folks got that magic, and us three have itDropping hits our fans blasting, over a million cashingFive years I`m still lasting, foot to the flo` I`m mashingGuarding traffic not crashing, controlling the wheelIndependent holding a mill, without a holding a deal50/50, Slim and Chamill, getting it grown man styleOur pockets to y`all pockets, like a man and a childPaid In Full and Boss Hogg, stay controlling the crowdYou know the click you hear the speakers, and cars banging loudYou know the click that represent, and have H-Town proudYou know the click that live they life, like outlawsWe the untouchable two, it ain`t much we don`t doIf you try to touch our crew, well reach out and touch you(don`t make us) fill you with slugs, for grilling us with your mugsMake doctors fill you with plugs, you dealing with thugs[Hook]If you ain`t no real thug, go ahead give it upIf you are a real thug, where your sets put `em upYour life seem full of hard times, really roughPut the sad songs to the side, grind and get bucksDon`t eat with your eyes, stack cash then stuntDump your problems in the ash tray, fire up you some`ingWhy try to play catch up, breathe easy stay humbleCutty your time is coming, are you hungry do you want it[50/50 Twin]I get down on the dice like what, better set of thugsPut some 20`s on my mama car, let her Perelli`s run50/50 slumped down, in a awkward machineFour screens six 15`s, don`t look directly at my ringMatter fact I got a ticket, for causing distractionsI`m like officer my head itched, sir I was scratchingI swang watch me swing, black Rover sitting cleanNiggaz on my side mirrors, crawling EuropeanAnd a European dime, playing hide the ding-a-lingMy chest don`t bling-bling, hell I can`t describe the thingsFour/five ice trays on your chest, you understand just what I meanGot plex naw I mean, P-shooter with two beamsBoss Hogg Outlawz, Paid In Full, Rock 4 RockMy twin brother is on lock, and I gotta get him outThe boy blue with Slim Thugger, and my I`m 50-FeezieMy hustlers and my thugsters, holla back breathe easy[Hook][Chamillionaire]My candy frame got readjusted, (and why is that) it isn`t waitI`m sitting straight on spinning plates, I hit the breaks they getting scrapedMo` showing love some niggaz hate, we get it now they get it lateWe put it down we innovate, can`t keep us out we in the gateYou hungry Twin go get a plate, I`ma tell you how much we finna makeIf niggaz hate that nickel plate, make sure they face disintegrate uhY`all niggaz is agitating, your gat is a fashion statementYou ain`t gonna blast you faking, ha-ha (go ahead) I`m waitingI don`t hear no shells falling, I don`t hear no pistols poppingMatter fact give me that gat, I`ll take that witch you watchingNiggaz be wish she-watching, you know you won`t do nothingYou ain`t gon shoot and just gon sue, you better go get you CochranNo baller rapper, I`m a all-of-rapperWe did all of that already, and y`all did all-of afterMatter fact to be exact, the fact is more then half ofY`all rappers new I`m through, I`ma give y`all that chapter Koopa[Hook - 2x]