Текст песни Big Tymers - Whatever, слова песни Big Tymers

Текст песни Big Tymers - Whatever

Big Tymers - Whatever слова песни

[Baby]Baller Blockin`Nigga I don`t give a fuckWhen it`s on, it`s onWe got Baby, Lac and StoneIn this bitchI`m a neighborhood superstarI`ll cook anything from a ki of cokeTo a gram of that boydNiggas scoring glocksLike brand new Hot Boy ReeboksOn my blocks stepping `em upWith grams and rocksIf anything been scoring from meIt was ten a kiI let my l`il round hustleAs long as they score for me[Lac]Look if I pull up on the blockKnowing the set was mineNo more hand-to-hand contactI`m known for supplyingSince I opened up this set `chereThis how it`s gon` beAin`t nobody selling shit niggaUnless it`s for me[Baby]All I know is crack slanging and block hangingOn the corner [in] front the storeDoing my thangThese niggas know my gameHow I do my thangWater whip I can`t doBut whole thangs I slang[Lac]Now I`ma pay all my foot soldiersAnd tell `em stay focusedAnd front all the street hustlersAnd keeping `em postedThat white and that blue carWe call `em the lawAnd the dirt that my niggas doIs done in the dark[Baby]Got l`il whodie running water And we `bout to cook these quartersThe twenty under the seatFor my son and my daughterThe water hot enoughStart cooking these quartersThese niggas want it hardAnd I understand[Lac]If I pull up dressed in all blackWith a boot in my mouthCause a nigga didn`t pay `LacAnd I know that he sold outPut something in my street sweeperAnd run in his houseKnock a hole up out his pa chestAnd a tongue out his ma mouth[Baby]A ki stashed upAnd I`m gettin` `em allI got a stash put up For the drought in the fall[Stone]Hot Boys vacating the popTalk can back shit upThe Feds call my `hood a PaydayCuz it`s packed with nutsGhetto rich money stashedIn the mansions bruhI got them kisTen a ki from Fresh and Atrice bruh[Baby]I know niggas think badCause the people ride fastI got 5 strikesI`m going out with a blastCash in your life niggaWhen you playing with meI`ll give you workBreak ya off ya face B.G.[Lac]Cadillac`s the name I run withSo call me SevillePush a platinum Escalade truckWith 20 inch wheelsNow the Jag you saw me drivingThat`s for everyday stuntin`Loud pipes, big rimsSo you can see when I`m coming[Baby]I don`t give a fuck niggaAin`t no rules in the streetsYou know money come firstThe other bullshit weakI don`t wanna hear no storiesAbout my cheeseYou violate niggaYour family gon` grieve[Stone]Headbuster Alva StoneYa heard me dogAnd everytime ya heard my nameIt was a murder involvedI just rap to clear my nameAnd smuggle bundles of that rawAlways rap so what you lamesSuburb and that car[Lac]Saratoga and I rideI represent to the fullestAin`t nobody pulling strangs hereUnless that I pull itIf a nigga put a hit outBelieve that I took itIn the cost Bible murdersWas ODing and bullets[Baby]All i know is gun slanging and head bangingToo many disrespectedAnd lived to sang itDrop change like a motherfuckerFuck them niggasIf a nigga outta lineMotherfuck that nigga[Stone]Type of nigga who`ll bat a bitchAnd then wait on her paType of nigga who`ll do a snitchBroad day in the parkI`m one of them niggas that don`t bring itStill buy up the bulkLike Rob Deniero, Rob BanksAnd bang out with the law[Lac]Look here I come from the projectsAnd the ghetto streetsI`m cooking up whole thangs`Till they hard like concreteI fronted the O.G.sA bag of that olzesFor niggas that don`t knowI got something whodie[Baby]The same ol` niggaJust a different gameFuck bitches, tote heatThings never gon` changeI`m the number one stunnaNigga, Baby`s the nameI like cooking crackAnd watch how quick it come back[Stone]I rock a oyster-faced RoleyWith the crust out bangIce cover the wrist whodieLike I sprung my handI sport Prowlers, whipsWith the T.V.s playingIceberg, Prada dickLike here come the man[Baby]I`ll pull up at Washington [and] SixIn a sixI`ll slide out quickBet I could fuck any bitch[Lac]I push a lavender Porsche CarerraSeat sprayed leatherThe top goes off and onTo floss with the rainy weatherThe seats they ain`t customizedThey made by RicarroA ruby red CF5I`ll cop by tomorrow[Baby]For catching me on the interstate drunkRunning the lawWith a bitch in my lapTasting my ballsI don`t like when they too muchAct like they stuck upLeave Atrice nut upI`ll bat that bitch up[Stone]The king of the NoliaI crowd both the wristsLock down slanging townsTook the top off the sixIn the club I be thuggedWith ten topless chicksT-shirt, Girbauds, ReeboksIn it[Stone]Killa, ain`t no stopping it[Baby]Off top, can`t pop this bitchYou know what I`m sayingBaller Blockin` you understand[Fresh]New Edition of Cash Money[Baby] Some real Hot BoysBelieve it whodie

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