Текст песни Ant Banks presents T.W.D.Y. f Metro - Derty Werk
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That`s Ant BEEZY, nigga - off the HEEZYIs he my nigga? FO SHEEZY nigga!What, what? Say what, say, say what, say what?(Kev B in the motherfuckin house)Say what, say what, say what, say what?(Bombay all day nigga this is fo-TAY!)(Bombay all day punk this is FO-TAY NIGGA!)[Verse One]Fresh up out the TestarossaStill buzzin off that sticky green Cali dojaLast night had, way too many bitches jockMr. Player himself, gon` always keep it poppinAnd stoppin you and yo` ability to come tight, mack like DolemiteSometimes you learn the hard way, but you gon` get it rightKeep listenin, discipline plays a strong partThe majority of these bitches ain`t got no heartenough to roll with the punches, hundred dolla bills and brunchesComin home in somethin way tight that`s scrumptious likesteak and lobster, dank from rastasAnd we don`t roll with nothin but, G`s and mobsters!Zenithes, Daytons, twenty inch chrome onesNever know the feelin of a bitch `til you own one!Yeah we Bay riders, call us, murder for hireCloser, than hittin home runs than McGwire and SosaWe supposed to be, killin `em off, hittin `em offwith this old ill shit, givin `em an overdose of this so real shitSo feel this, way down deep up in your liverGive a, nig a chance for the alcohol to make you quiverStill a, assassin blastin any nigga who think he can outlastthe master splash yo` ass in a, pool of bloodSo ask the, nigga who done rolled up and got his, dome split(Dome split) I don`t give a fuck motherfucker wait `til the chrome hit![Chorus: repeat 2X]They say you got to have heart I roll with dese niggaz dey mob figures and killas you niggaz feel usThey say you got to have PAPER Shit, cause life ain`t long, nigga best to get yo` hustle on[Verse Two]A player`s proposition got `em wishin they was laced upPerfect conversation plus my new just game I make upTalkin bout, mash you got me bout it now I`m gettin doughDress in style every day, own many expensive clothesAy tell yo` potnahs they can be a part of all the benefitsAy, pinky finger diamonds all the finest ain`t no limits andwhat we tryin to do menage-a-trois up in the rental thenyou can make a move you never lose with a gentlemanAll about my paper fettucini and luccianoIf we keep this pimpin right we movin into condosBaby wanna treat to play, she wanna lace meDress me up from head to toe and shoppin sprees at Macy`sAy, copped me all the flyest shit, like Tommy HilfigerCalvin Klein cologne just wanna zone with a real niggaWe can do it live and go through all your wildest fantasiesTell me yeah you wanna be as freaky as you wanna beNiggaz is so fake and phonyNine times out of ten they ain`t Oscar Mayer beef they Lady Lee bolognaSpeakin on shit they never did, soundin like a tweeterWishin they was a mid, ho you don`t know you blowin out like an ampLickin mo` pussy than the post office lick stampsMoney over bitches, boy you don`t remember?Just kick back and sautee, nigga never simmerOh yeah you hoes you triflin too, haha[Chorus]{*ad libs to fade*}