Текст песни Big Moe f D-Gotti, Lil` Flip, Mr. 3-2, N - Purple World
Big Moe f D-Gotti, Lil` Flip, Mr. 3-2, N - Purple World слова песни
[Chorus: (Big Moe) & Toon]If you thugging in the club (thugging in the club)And you rolling on dubs (rolling on dubs)You ain`t tripping, showing love (and showing love)Say it`s about to go downYou got money in your city (money in your city)And the mamas looking pretty (mamas looking pretty)If you feeling what I`m feeling (feeling what I`m feeling)Say it`s about to go down[Mr. 3-2]As I slide down on dubs, moving around on concreteThat g, oh he and I stays on feetHeat with hollow clips, ready to bust shotsGlocks, full of heat leaving the situation hotPlot all day boss hogging for positionStreet game all in your face watch the rolex cushionHeavy weighter, I`m the champ, Mr. 3-2Really though big baby and it`s 2002Wreck a shop with Mo-Yo I`m boy hardBoys, want to got to war black them out like tarSwangers, on my guard, in a old schoolI`m a god damn fool, start to busting with the twoFresh braided, player made it, deuce out the roofRest in peace to my old and in these streets running looseAin`t no use, trying to stop it just come and pop itLoco, big dozer and we still sitting sloppy[Chorus][D-Gotti]Cash me gucci coat, slicing a bad bitchWatch her get a china faceliftGear shift, we performing up in the landSuicide doors, dubs and twin camsAll bitches on the fam heads turning tonightWatch us be the star traction and a harder nightMore than Sprite, plus my neck and wrist are coldIce cubes in my watch and the piece is just frozeThese hoes, all on a nigga dick cause I`m young, fly and richEscorting a bad bitch, doja lit, I ain`t worried about the lawsHoes whisper to eachother girl I think he played ballNo bitch, I`m just a rapper out the hoodAnd I`m wrestling with the wood, powered up feeling goodLittle engine that could, beat the block for it`s stockTurn around and swap game for a political jobR.I.P. to Pab aka Mr. SweetsIf you peeping from the south we about to blow you fin to seeGucci boots on her feet, gucci boots on my feetI`ma pay a lot tonight, shine and have a seat[Chorus][Lil` Flip]When I hit the scene, I`m crispy cleanI got a box of dougnuts from Crispy CremeEverybody looking at me like Flip you the shitHell yeah I`m the shit, look at my wristsI roll up a philly, roll up a phillyHead to the town and watch 3rd Ward BillyKnock a nigga out while pouring up a drankGot my mind on the bank, in the jail I use a shankI sip that, flip that, wood grain grip thatGo to the Papa Do`s yeah I`m gone tip thatIt`s Lil` Flip I`m a million dollar starBlue, black or red don`t touch my car, uh[Chorus][Noke D]I`m shook up, I`m looking throwedGucci wardrobe to match the gucci solesGucci hoes and hop out the SLI`m popped up and sliding on SprewellWe sell, everything you needRiding through with Pardon Davis and some falling t.v.sMoe and me, we have been a lotLooking for some head in a ittle bitty shopOn top, on wrist rock it`s going downH-Town southside 3rd Ward boundPulled up acting and class so they`ll knowThe south on shine cause we ain`t broke no more[Chorus]