Текст песни Big Kap and Funkmaster Flex f Kool G. Ra - QBG
Big Kap and Funkmaster Flex f Kool G. Ra - QBG слова песни
[Funkmaster Flex]PRODIGY, KOOL G RAP![Prodigy]Nigga, I got cash niggaI had tooken care of real quickI ain`t wettin thatChorus [Prodigy] 2xYo what`s the deal, you a thug or whatWe cut you up, nigga we`ll fuck you upWhat be the drill, we the Queens gangstasInfamous mobstas, you a wankstaSee it`s like, twenty-inch wheelsWe pull off lots wit the newest hot shit, we so illSpend hundreds on our mealsThousands on our outfits, half a mil on the housesFor thrills, fuck women in they high heelsTill they max out and pass out from how it feelsMy niggas win their appeals (why?)Cuz high-paid lawyers get broke wit big billsStash boxes conceal the big millsSo if we got problems, somebody get killedAnd that`s how it is, there`s nothin you can do about itDead men tell no talesAnd if you think a nigga gon` squeal, put up his bailAnd twist that nigga when he touch down, huhFor real, I don`t need no sh-ellsI got guns, and M-6 peel, y`all best chillChorus 2x[Kool G Rap]I`m grown from blastinYou cartoon goons wit no room for rationFlippin the soonest fashionBooms in the room is flashinSip to your tune wit a passionZoom in a action, doom wit a Mac 10Neighbors tune into the booms when I clap at their menBut I ain`t goin back to the pennYou witness me nigga, I`m clappin againKnock your brain right on your wrap fringe, lappinMake em crawl out the back of the Benz like JacklynFBI we bafflinGrab the straps get the gafflingBGF Click, nigga we rep shitRespect it, before your whole squad get deflectedMy tec spit, leave you runnin wit chest hits, red dripsFallin like rain drops, when them things pop We bang glocks, flight be comin from BangcockMake the pain stopAim cock, flame at your top till your frame dropYou in your name in the lot, flat on the strange block Chorus 4x *w/slight variations*