Текст песни B.G. Knocc Out and Gangsta Dre`sta - Micc Check
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Yeah, somethin` fo` you trick ass niggaz in 95.Ha, B.G. Knocc Out and Gangsta Dre`staCompton fo` life, fools.Chorus:Micc Check - 1,2 - What a nigga - gon doWhen the 165 Crew run upon you?Yeah, you know you gon bow down like a bitch cuz you niggaz can`t fuck witta 5 or the 6.[ B.G.]Rollin` the CPT inside my g wit my mask onReady to catch these bustas slippin` so the ?doc? can blast onThey ass for shootin` my homie just the other fuckin` day, G.They fucked up but fuck dat, them niggaz now gots to pay, G.I`m headin` up to the spot where they be chillin`, so now I`m dippin`Oh, wouldn`t ya know, these niggaz standin` on the corner slippin`.I ?bumped? around the block and I ?hopped? out my ?g? soI crept and crawled, I crawled and crept on my knees until I got closeThey probably would have seen me if they wasn`t so faded.?, run upon the crowd, pulled out my gat and then I sprayed it.Niggaz are runnin` and bailin` until I watched a few ?Broke around the corner, took off my mask and then I hopped backInto my g, which stand on the scene before I heard the sirens.Slapped on my bitch all from the way so I can collect all my ends.Took the g and dumped it but I had to dump the strap, too.It was my only chance so I did what I had to.Chorus [2x][Dre`sta]Huh, I`m sick and goin` asleep, wake up to sweaty ?sheets?Stressin` from the mess and all the pressures on the streetsI wanna pack my heat everywhere a nigga stepFrom the thoughts dat have crept about death as I slept.?Sheltering? my madness, dreamin` about mo` killin`And never seem to wake until I see some blood spillin`.Dealin` witta stuff`s kinda ruff on a young mindEverybody die from criminals to one-timesIf we believin` everything dat the ? buddy? SayShit, we be partyin` everyday.But I don`t feel right, I feel angry and depressedCuz I`m dreamin` about flesh bein` ripped from my chest.Down goes another nigga, down goes anotherRespect to my brotha, Rest In Piece, Bam, I love ya.Man, it`s a trip to see you gone and I`m aloneYou would whoop me to carry on so I gots to be strong.If only I had knew or had a clue who really did datI swear I`ll take dat ? And split dat nigga`z ? BackI hate to see some niggaz do some dirt to some kin of me Fuckin` loc is ?fin? To be backtrackin` on my enemy.Niggaz know what`s happenin`, I rollin` through yo hood wit my strap in my lap andAbout to start blastin`, you trick ass niggaz.Chorus: [2x]Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu marks gon do?Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu bustaz gon do?Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu bitches gon do?Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu niggaz gon do? Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu fools gon do? Micc Check - 1,2 - what Ad Pound gon do?Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu hoochies gon do? Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu niggaz wanna do?