Текст песни Bookie f E-40 - Stressin
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[Intro: Bookie]You know what?I`m gettin` tired of you bitch niggas Comin` around tryin` ta put my whole court like I left my muthafuckin` nuts at the houseFuck you niggasYou niggas wanna try me?Come and try meI ain`t the type of nigga that`ll get scared just because a nigga sizin` me upThat don`t mean shit ta meMuthafuckas wanna be callin` my house, threatenin` ta kill me and shitWon`t leave no kinda connection for a nigga ta get back at y`all punk asses Fuck you niggas[Chorus]Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck onFeelin` the rage when the heat is onDo I have ta spell it?Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromesSeen bloody days when the heat is onI thought I told yaNiggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck onFeelin` the rage when the heat is onDo I have ta spell it?Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromesSeen bloody days when the heat is onI thought I told ya[Bookie]Alota niggas wanna test me, seein` if I`m weakLike alota bitch niggas in the pen, spreadin` out they cheeksBelieve me, I`m far from itWho wanna talk shit ta this nigga that`s ready ta brawl and mo` cheese than a hundredI got killas representin` meSo what the fuck a nigga like you doin` talkin` shit ta me?I`ma let you know the realNiggas from Neil, we call em bitch madeA pretty flower, a maggotThis nigga Bookie ain`t no faggotI reside on the Eastside, that`s where I`m fromEven got killas who claimin` the West, strappin` up they vestsYou bestBelieve that if he tryin` ta make me bleedYes indeed, I come and proceed ta put him on his kneesNow I don`t bang, but often hang wit the killasSlang wit the killasDo my thang wit the killasI`m from the ghetto, I done seen it allSo if you want it, come surprise meRegrettin` that you tryed me[Chorus]Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck onFeelin` the rage when the heat is onDo I have ta spell it?Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromesSeen bloody days when the heat is onI thought I told yaNiggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck onFeelin` the rage when the heat is onDo I have ta spell it?Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromesSeen bloody days when the heat is onI thought I told ya[E-40]Yeah, yeahYeah, yeahMe and my whip-i-ly-zation be on some got itTake off the head and then I kill the bodyOne in the ground, the other one in the penLivin` that extra man is like ran up in this denFinger fucked and raped his box, tied him up and made him watchPistol whooped his face, got him for a safeBookieThese niggas got me bent, I ain`t no suckaI`m a magazine street hustler like Larry FlyntRapper slash P.I. pimpPistol packin`, always hot, P.I. pimpThese niggas don`t wanna go ta warThese niggas ain`t tryin` ta funk no mo`Them niggas know that they can`t score Y`all niggas scared ta see us toe ta toeYou monks ain`t got the wind Don`t act like we don`t knowYou niggas be too loopedYou niggas be on blowYou niggas be too soupYou niggas just don`t know[Chorus]Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck onFeelin` the rage when the heat is onDo I have ta spell it?Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromes