Текст песни B.G. - Let`s Get Funky
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[B.G.]Choppers with drumsNigga thats how it comesAssualt rifles, extended clipsLet you know where I`m fromThe names chopper cityIt`s a city of niggas bout gettin funky wit` me Keep they fingers on triggersLet`s roll wit` a pistol I get out of controlIt`s your family I put on rows, front rowI`ma 223 grabberBust or block hitterProject kidnapperRookie nigga wig splitterMake copies for the raptureIt`s all on you niggaOh, I`m comin for the captureWhat you wan` do niggaMystikals who I`m afterGrab yo` steel and shootI`ma killer not a rapperLil` Wayne, he bout it tooI`ma snatch if you got itTold ya before ta` hide itTold ya if you hide itIt`s a must that I find itRide or die bitchChop or get chopped hoeB.G. split or get split Play tha game how it goShootin tha drop somethin`Glock or pop somethin`AK wit` fifty shotsI tote it too stop somethin`Make it happen you`s the punkI`ll put you in the trunk??? ???? you dunk nigga I bring funk Chorus: repeat 2X[Wayne] Lets get funky wit` these niggas[B.G.] Grab the triggas and blast[Wayne] Lets get filthy wit` these niggas[B.G.] Take they figures and dash[Wayne] Lets get serious with these niggas[B.G.] Grab the K`s and bust, it`s ten for one trust[Wayne] Retaliation a must [Lil` Wayne]Ah ah Don`t run yo` mouth enough for you to get back in meMy gun clap ?? start spinnin` and take manyPlenty of slugs hit youCan you picture a young rapperFourteen ?? black master million dollar flapperWatch me set it off wit` my sawed off jumpinAs I be when I be pumpinFrontin` gets you nothin`Runtin` catch a slug from the M-what`nYou ain`t bout natin` Playa hater leave you bloodyIt`s money and rearerCan`t see clearlyBut ya` still hear meFour steps comin` quicklyCan you feel me Better kill me before you get done inIt`s real dog But I got that red mark so when you come inSlugs somethin`, seventeen up in the clipI keeps extra highly tips for the crum ripShould of chop-chop stop yo` whole blockLet`s get funky, you want me, I thinks notSo much black clothing ???? you black-outAll the lights go out That`s when all yo fight come outBloody streaks to the UPT where you lays onI praise on, think you plays on, it`s stays goneThe things you lay onI can`t even pay on You got it, better hide itIf you wanna keep it safe on I rome to the topThat`s my spot, my placeJumpin` out a suitcase Slugs chase to yo` face, ah Chorus 2X [Lil` Wayne]Ah, ah, ah, haNow as I re-enter this scent and get into youThese three dots, I plot and spot, then I shootI keep a chopper under the medium HilfigerI throw back punks, comin` out trunks to kill niggasI spill niggas, on the real nigga I gets dirty??? ??? area ???? ???? dirtyI know you heard me But you lied tonightBut you can`t hide It`s written all over yo` face you easy to findNiggas front, scars all over they chest be starting to shineLike that Presidential Rolex reflex a million nineGimme `dat, all `dat, and all black, that`s my atireA tru rider, gettin` higher off uptown fireRemember me, tha little G never diedTook one to the chest but the little G never died [B.G.]I`ma certified killer, million dollar niggerAny kind of gun trigger, clicker, playa hater nigga flipperTangerie and juice sipper, disrespectin bitch flipperI`m bout drama off the top You know that`s on the foreal-aI get`s loaded low down by a monkeySo call me donkeyNigga think lameHe would want to know I gets funkyBeef kicked in a night paradeUptown was deepNothin` ?? ?? bookoom be standin` on feetNow you know I run with ignorant niggasAll of `em wildThousand of people outFuck that sprayin` the crowdAin`t no time for doin` backin downFrom trigga play Gotta closet of K`sReady to do it anydayWrite grant after tenthBlack grant I was tenthsThat`s for Al and lil` Duga`Four deep in each in spinnin` ??So twerk it upHandle yo` businessShoot or get shotI hit blocks wit` glocks Nigga, get or get gotIn school I was a fool a young funkyBut on the streets I used 2`s Nigga, I gets funky Chorus 2X