Текст песни Beanie Sigel - For My Niggaz
Beanie Sigel - For My Niggaz слова песни
(feat. Daz Dillinger)Ayo! Light that shit the fuck up man![Daz]Y`all niggas get ready to get high!What we doin in here y`all, huh?Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittinDrinkin, c`mon[HOOK:]This for my niggas on the east coast rollinTinted up Suburban, in the streets swervinAll my niggas in the street wit caineMuh`fucka which street you claim? Put your glock upThis is for my niggas on the west coast bouncinSix-four rollin, three wheel motionAll my dogs on the block just loc`nNigga put your rag up, playa put your flag up[Verse 1]B Mack in the mix again, I`m startin shit againI`m in the club with the fifth againWest coast niggas sippin ginEast coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it inI`m in the back where it`s dark as hellShit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the LAnd I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whoresShit all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers forWhether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw AveI`ma, get them bitches, get that cashI`ma, hit them switches, lift them spokesI`ma, push that chicken, get that cokeI`ma, rock them dickies, Air Force OnesTil the, feds come get me air out gunsFrom the, P H I LL Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh[HOOK][Verse 2]I`m on the block til the pack get soldDon`t pack just rollHit L.A. like Shaq and Kob`Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco goldGot connects with the heat got the gats on holdAll my niggas vatos locos holmes ese`s SA`s with SK`s a fuck if the cops come holmesThat`s right fuck coppers holmesWe bust choppers holmesWe on the block sent them choppers onTwenty niggas wit they khaki`s creasedThat`ll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streetsOr twenty niggas on the back of blocksThat sling caps and rocks, who won`t hesitate to clap the copsWhether I, push the truck to pick up clucksTo get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped offFrom pickin up bitches, hittin switchesSt Ives to Ingbing I`ma do my thing, yo[HOOK][Verse 3]All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck tailsSay fuck they PD`s and duck jailRock wife beaters with the plaided shirtsOnly top button buttoned, ready to buck somethinYou fuckin wit a gangsta rookieDon`t gangsta lookieShoot up your feet make you gangsta boogieShoot up your jeep if you gangsta look meWhat you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies?Call state to the Staples CenterThe four quake`ll put staples in yaNigga zip up your stomachRip up your younguns, make you pay to get `emThat`s how we play to get `em, never pay for pigeonsWhether I, push the truck to pick up clucksTo get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped offFrom pickin up bitches, hittin switchesSt Ives and Ingbing I`ma do my thing, yo[HOOK 2X][Daz]Yeah, (I make `em walk)Beanie Sigel and that nigga Daz Dillinger (and Kurupt)Dogg Pound Roc La Familia (Dogg Pound)For life, do it like that, put your hands up!(Kurupt)Make them switches bounce niggaCalifornia put your hands up niggaJump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin niggaDon`t play no games foolAnd walk on `em, yeah, and walk on `emUh, and make `em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans...Bouncin, bouncin...