Текст песни Bookie f E-40 - Try Me
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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 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]Ran into this nigga at the club one night, tryin` ta get my groove onHe bumped into me, got mad, and had the nerve ta tell me ta move onWhat?Nigga you got me fucked upWho in the hell you think you is, comin` up in the club, actin` all stupid and stuck up? What, you thought I was gonna be a bitch nigga and bow down?Give you a smile and look down?Nigga you `bout ta get took downWho you lookin` for, the bouncers?Just lookin` at you shakin` Makes me realize that you faker than any nigga that`s scared ta take you Oh, you was lookin` for your homeboys ta help youBut when they saw my squad they got scared, claimin` they neva met youSo you get the fuck on, regretin` that you tried meYou thought you had some homeboys, but find out the niggas behind meSo what`s wit the ill face?That I was weak without no balls, thinkin` Bookie was fakedSorry ta disappoint youSo now you knowThe next time that you see me up in the club wit my back turnedAnd you behind me, neva ta try 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[Outro: E-40]And there you have itOne more endE-fee-zy Fon-za-ree-zy A.K.A. Charlie HustleSmell itMe and my nigga BookieDoin` our thug Fi-za-ma-jig up in this muthafuckaUnda smell me19-99, 2000 on you hoe ass muthafuckas Hoe!