Текст песни Backbone f Big Gipp, Slimm Calhoun - Believe That
Backbone f Big Gipp, Slimm Calhoun - Believe That слова песни
[Hook] 2xNever let the money and these broads break usWe right here `til the Lord take usWe act a fool cuz the laws make us "Baby.. You can`t stop the hustle"[Backbone]You walk your ass `cross my yard - get off my grassYou wanna get to that money - get off yo` assYou wantsta know my name - you awsta askIf you wanna see me for somethin - it`s gon` cost ya cashI see ya pokin outcha jeans girl you actin badOooh, do that again wit`cha nasty assI caught her comin out the mall, with 2 or 3 bagsNow shawty got her at the wood shack, throwin her backChampagne, chicken wings, and bubblebathCatch me somewhere outta town signin autographsStill workin street corners, straight servin them blacksThem thirty-two fifth it for four and a halfI prefer a Cheverolet, when it`s time to mashAnd I smoke the `dro weed, a hundred dollars a sackI put up the big numbers nigga, check the statsAnd I`m on the microphone with Gipp, Slimm, and Cass[Hook] 2x[Big Gipp]Since the trashman only run once a weekIf I miss it, I`m wait `til night and dump it up the street,behind the Winn-DixieQuiver, never step or kept up his penny drawersTo get an applause, appeared to have no flawsIn the situation, no dentation, smellin goodBut I ain`t gonna feel her, touchin up would be too easySleazy, measly, lookin ugly like a person tryna sell me a dubFool A, C, D, and meTrees ain`t my reason for sendin your ass to grave andWatch you say the grade is..Burn like acid reflux, somebone`ll order up the Pheffer chickensWhile I order up a smoked duck (Thank You)Get the gas to go, at the corner sto`Keep my hand on the nine pieceIn case somebody wanna disturb the peace (Always keepin my eyes open)Uhh, cuz you, can`t, stop the hustle[Hook] 2x[Slimm Calhoun]Well I`m known for my shine, SouthsideEyes on the prize, it`s Mr. Fly GuyMobbin, `68 Chevy, door vault tiesJumped out muggin like I`m holdin twenty piesRocked up, work on the block,We keep it, chopped up in the spot, in the potWhere we keep it, stocked up from the Frosty FlakesTo the chickens in the cakeIf I drop it on the tool, it must be weightWent with two and a quarter, came back with eightLet Juke lick the plate, I re-rock the shapeLike it hot in the kitchen nigga, oven on bakeGot gorillas with banana clips, who love to go apesSouthpaw, side-strapped, known to leave yellow tapeTry and stop the hustle and crushed like grapesJust for the taste... Just for the taste..[Hook] 4xUh-uh (Uh-huh) "Baby, you can`t stop the hustle"[Repeat until fade]