Текст песни C-Murder - Tru Dawgs, слова песни C-Murder

Текст песни C-Murder - Tru Dawgs

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* send corrections to the typistTru Records, it`s time to wild out now boyIt`s on...yeah... [Chorus]Betya I can make you bounce to thisBetya I can make you clap to thisSmokin that green, feelin fineGot me a forty and a fat ass nineBetya I can make you bounce to thisBetya I can make you clap to thisSmokin that green, feelin fineGot me a forty and a fat ass nineGet at me dog, you know the routineI ain`t hard to find, I`m on that thug.comIf the block is hot I be chillin in the shadeYou can call me on 1-900-break breadOr 1-800-getting paid but don`t tellOr imma send Cut Boy to rang yo bellIt`s a bunch of pit bulls down here in my cityThat`s why I hang with the Cutt Throat CommitteeMe and Wayne-G in the truck tinted upGot Red in the back and she bout to roll it upThe new Jordans bout to drop, you know I gotta cop emTold Curren$y meet me at FootlockerAnd bring Kernell with you that`s my dog tooMy next phone call went to my nigga BooAnd wine and nines cuz that`s how we rideNigga la dadada, la la la la[Chorus]I`ve been thuggin since I came out the wombBeen at battle with these cats like the army platoonDidn`t know what dope was, but I was hustlingDidn`t even know what looking hard was, but I was mugginDidn`t even know what pussy was (shiiit), but I was fuckinLittle pretty chickenHad her kissin on my stick-enAnd fist fights, it was anybody`s turnI was jabbin, and stickin niggas like Thomas HearnsI`m an early bird, when it was pickin up the trashI was standin in the cut with my stash in a bagI`m bad to the bone, so I`m illegalUsed to dream of being a boss like Bugsy SiegalHere I go, here I go, here I go againI want a thug girl ma, you ain`t gotta be a tenJust gotta be my friend, and let a playa inAnd hop in when I spin the Benz (eeerr)[Chorus]I don`t think you wanna mess wit Tru ya lil childWhy would a nigga call himself JuvenileLike Benny Hill, we slap kids in the headI bet ya scary ass still piss in the bedI`m New Orleans baby, you sweeter than honeyThis Tru Records city nigga fuck Cash MoneyI`m C, C-P-3, uptown GI fuck with UNLV, Lil Ya and Tec-GI`m a bad ass Miller boy, a killer boyGet them sea man shoes and put yo ass in a river boyAnd all those girls that left No Limit on bad termsKeep it up and we gon plant you like earthwormsMystikal (Mystikal), you da hoeYeah I heard you got fucked beforeAnd if anybody out there don`t like what I saidLet it be known my favorite color is red (blue)[Chorus]

C-Murder

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Текст песни C-Murder - Tru Dawgs

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