Текст песни Boyz N Da Hood - No Talkin
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* - send corrections to the typist[Jody Breeze]Ay, I got a .45 magnum kittedAnd you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with itIf you want, I can tag ya with itAnd you can tell ya fam cause I`ll let ya whole family feel itY`all punks, blood pump, fags and sissiesHopping in and out of bed with niggaz and turn around and say ya pimpingMan ya tripping, ask ya womenBut she ain`t heard, ya listening to the man and griffinI don`t talk, I`m bout action reallyAnd I don`t need a glass of Remy to cock back and blast the semiMan it`s in me, I`m tellin ya, thugging in my boneGet me wrong, I`ma put one off in ya dome nigga[Chorus - Big Gee]No talkin, no fussin, no flossin, we shootin to killYa momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and childrenBoyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the buildingYa want it, it`s nothing, whatever, we got it to giveNo talkin, no fussin, no flossin, we shootin to killYa momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and childrenBoyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the buildingYa want it, it`s nothing, whatever, we got it to give[Big Gee]I`m stuck in the gutta my nigga, life don`t mean shit to meI`m broke and my daughter crying and I`m lying to the juryI see no hope in my future, abandoned by them folk killing meBoy I swear, since my granny died, I don`t know what got inta meI been thinking of suicide, no Nyquil to go to sleepNo dough just to wake me up and be forcing myself to eat (naw)Most my niggaz don`t live right, my life throwed from the get goFolk better try to get their mind right, plus my nine bout to let goWe in the middle of the limelight, I`m bout to ride to the liquor storeWe on the pills or that good weed, talk and I`ll wind that trigga boomI might ride through the hot spot, police chilling in they plain clothesI might pull up in the hot bar, no talks back that in them lame hoes[Chorus][Duke]Yo, posted up in cul-de-sacs, with plastic gats and fifty packsNiggaz they pull drastic acts, twenty stacks will get ya whackedI touch ya with that steel, cut ya off like daffodilsHit ya with the button, leave ya drowsy like some BenadrylCasting gears been in the field, Ola bear share many tearsSaw her baby boy get killed, sho baby boy hella trillKeep it G for all to see, but all don`t keep it G like meAll don`t see shit how I see, couldn`t be in the spots I beEverybody know Big Dukey known to act a fucking donkeyKeep a chump dumped off in the trunk, that`s why it`s smelling funkyMTV, don`t try to +Punk+ me, leave that cracker head lumpyFucking hoes and busting fo`s so long, they call me Humpty Dumpty[Chorus][Young Jeezy]Ay, close ya eyes, let me take ya there (take ya there)Got a prison sentence tucked off in my underwear (naw)62 grams nigga, serving straight deuces (what)Young nigga riding Magnum, squatting dub deuces (damn)Mind on my money, money on my mind (mind)Snitch call me up, exit`s on the line (yeeeeeeah)For the love of these exotic carsWe`ll risk it all, even time behind bars (let`s get it)My reality is yo nightmareAnd this is my life, it`s no nightmare (that`s right)I ain`t slept in two weeks, shit I`m paranoid (jeah)They snatched my patna up (who), the alphabet board (ay)[Chorus]