Текст песни Ant Banks presents T.W.D.Y. f Grip - Derty Werk
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Oh yeah, y`know Kev (whassup boy?)We was out ridin the other dayRollin a livin room on 20`s y`know (right)Just just ridin, tryin to fuckin with a bitch or sum`n y`knowhatImean?(That`s right, that`s right) And this bitch starin me up and downHad the nerve enough to say to me (what`s that?)I see you peekin but you ain`t speakin (what?)[Verse One]Damn a nigga can`t talk I thought my, game was fineFeel like I can`t walk and chew gum at the same timeTake aim and train, nigga mold a girlUnfold the game, and then control her worldBut niggaz they be ass-kissin, givin them endsLettin broke-ass bitches even live in the BenzBut that`s a no-no, nigga what you tryin to do?Homey those hoes `sposed to be supplyin youGot the game all crossed up (uhh) no doubtGave your change to a toss-up (damn) and sold outNigga you could buy pussy but you can`t buy loveI don`t, know what you squares be thinkin ofSavin hoes like "Braveheart"Eatin pussy must be your fuckin trademark, ha ha!Let your superhater powers just activateCause I`m the playa y`all niggaz just love to hate[Chorus: repeat 2X]Is it love or what? Straight pimpinNiggaz be fuckin up - they simpinTake a bitch all the way home y`all (all the way home y`all)`Sposed to make `em catch the bus (got `em into the bus)[Verse Two]I`m talkin garlic, crab with the noodlesWhat happened to 7/11 for some Doritos and red hot burritos?Now niggaz is straight flossin for the tossinNo more hot wing and nuggets with the sweet and sour sauce`nit`s all about the cheddar, who got the cheeseCan I have some more ice for my Cristal please?Used to take `em to Reno now it`s all the way to VegasNo more Motel 6, dumb bitch think she struck it richThey say that game is to be sold and not toldBut game has been financed with a lapdanceBringin `em back stage all up in the studio sessions (hehehe)I guess niggaz ain`t learned they lessonabout the game cause it`s all bad with corruptionNigga finger fuckin lickin without the dick inWell if you don`t know, now you knowIt`s time to let a ho be a ho[Chorus]{*phone rings*}Hello? (Hey somebody paged?)Nigga this me! (Oh whassup baby?)I got a flat tire, could you come get me?(Sheeit you betta get yo` ass on the bus!){*dial tone*}[Verse Three: Grip]Catch the bus? Shit, what the hell you mean?I just call the next pimp to pick me up from the sceneIt ain`t no thang homeboy you know that`s a factCause when I swang, I have a nigga on his backSittin on his face, we at his placeBy the way trick, how that taste? You know with game I stay lacedHe keep my neck and wrists shinin with diamondsAnd I laugh at a bitch, claimin that`s her men pervinBizznitches be havin they homies thinkin they pimpinGet `em all alone they start simpin, big trickin, ass lickinTongue all in the clitCan`t even get hard and steady braggin about his dick, sheeitYou ain`t heard? Quit tryin to shotcall, you a nerd homeyGet shot to the curb homey off that herb homeyand it got you runnin your mouthBut I`m Grip and like bowlin pins I`m knockin `em out[Chorus] - repeat 2XWhassup baby? Oh you got a flat tire?Don`t trip, I got a can of Fix-a-Flat in the trunkMatter fact you can take my spareHehe, I still got you