Текст песни C-Bo - Here We Come, Boy!, слова песни C-Bo

Текст песни C-Bo - Here We Come, Boy!

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[Verse 1]Ain`t no runnin my thugs in coming to come gunningRunning down pound for pound dumping them roundsCatching a beatdown these outta town niggas stay thugginMustlin and hustlin to try to keep from strugglinBubblin on the block with a mouth fulla rocksPackin a glock with jackers plotin on the spotWe ride till we die bullets fly through the nightWe load clips spit hollow tips till they all ride or they all cryI thank the LORD for my livingYou hollering and ballering without a dam thing givingI`m rolling with thugs in the v thugs on dubs and no loveIf you don`t get money like a scrub if your money ain`t rightYou better fall boyIf your money is tight you gone fall boyI`m from that westside where we rideThrow your dubs in the sky fuck`em all we ball till we ride[Chorus 2x]Here we come, boyBetter raise up off the spotHere we come, boyBetter hide or notHere we come, boyWhy you cuffing that broadShe gone lose or choose the nigga that got it all[Verse 2]Hummers we come gunning them down drasticBlasted the bastards off they muthafucking assesClosed casket toward those that want to have itFuck a speech make peace in the street with automaticsI`m starvin like marvin niggas so fuck fastI`m getting mines with my gun with my mask straight mashingRide by you bitches watching that ass cryIf I ride on you niggas you better blast or dieSmash or fry I`m in jail raising heckPut down your gauge and rag nigga and get mail get mailYou`s money is funny cuz you`s a dummyOn the block hop on your veins nose all runnyCloths all bummy your hoes all on meAnd it`s all for the milk and honey I count money like a bank tellerIt`s all mines in this gangster shit I`m the greatest of all time[Chorus 2x][Verse 3]Witness to hurder me never I stay focusedBlast till they disappear like rukus fukusTo escape death is hopelessI open fire with teflons on you bitches till you smoke usReminiscing on my past days addicted to my bastard waysI`ll be a thug till my casket laysDear LORD will you help me escape prisonSuccess and freedom is my only possible missionTried to violate my freedom of speech pete kipThey punk violation was weak eat a dick bitchDidn`t think a thug could rise above skiesIt made me to push a bently witness me drive by and fuck paroleTill I fold all you pinkies against meI opened fire like gerano I pack a glock and lick shotsLike `Pac on cops and won`t stop till they all drop punk bitch[Chorus]

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Here We Come, Boy!

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