Текст песни C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Flippin Chiccens, слова песни C-Bo and Brother Lynch

Текст песни C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Flippin Chiccens

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[Chorus]We flip more birdies than Kernels chickenAnd I ain`t shit without my niggas and my bitchesY`all can`t see me, 3-D on T.V.We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D`s [x2][C-Bo]Y`all niggas that don`t know me why the loc be frontin?Just cuz 38 a day I`m bluntin, trey 8 for nuttinBut incase for the waist for bustin, close range erase your bluffinLike major snuffin, blaze the ovenBoiling hot everytime I dropMetaphor get caught get addiction like rock on the blockAnd my glock closed down shop It`s like "Cops" I`m a Bad BoyCatch me frontin back in the rag, boyC-Bo keep niggas all up in they peepholesBut hold up I`m lethal like blowin up a ReagleFull of your people, Desert Eagles to your kidsI`m sick and I can`t help myselfSomebody please help me before they melt meBut naw dog you ever felt meSo it`s a must that I clutch guns pop pillsTo keep my feelings real, illings will but hold upIt`s a bust of the dough blow upI bet that I make the world get these Nike`s like sho nuff[Chorus 2x][C-Bo]Teck, I`m Cowboy the pistol holder, the missile loaderCall me Christmas, death wish under the missile toe-ahOff of Crys will I piss or throw up? They diss and load upRoll through the scene with a peace sign as they get blowed upMob figure til I die, Westside off the roof with the bubble lieY`all don`t want no trouble, guyYou rap about all that ice I could had thatGrab that, make you stab that and blast that but I`ma pass thatWe ruthless, we get em up until they toothlessKillin me on the West Coast nigga it`s uselessI run from Seattle to Dago with my lassoCallhourt to Paso, new force from that Avanal29th Street to AvalonLong Beach, Compton, Watts, E.C`s and Magnums357, Ghost Town, GebermonaHoovers and 6-O`s the rest better get ghostFuck with real niggas that bangNot a bitch ridin a dick or the next nigga gangWith a teck that I stang from the neck to the brainWhen I step in the range I get respect you know I flameBoilin hot, make my gat roar on the spotDisrespect the block fuck how much they got, the copsWhen my weasle go pop you gets the last soundIf he ain`t dead when I dump then we beat his ass down[Chorus 2x][C-Bo]I pack two glocks, drop bodies with two shotsRun a code if they got bitch it`s gots on the rocksWhen my pen and pad connect, plaques I collectThen gats I collect to keep these nacks in checkYou wanna handle this with guns the stamina, sonI run tons for Pamela, one show shit forget the doughI`m all in the get the blow Fully automatic, cuzz, you know how shit get goFlipmode when shit work more than a ship loadAnd a grip flip like in a double zip codeYour whole city locked down til the big bird dropCut for the recoppin color gettin for the blockDancin, ballin snortin coke at the mansionAdd a mill plus like what the fuckEcstacy pills and kill, boy we play in the fieldsAnd that 4 mill we spent sittin way in the hills[Chorus 2x]

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Flippin Chiccens

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