Текст песни Cadillac Tah (Tah Murdah) - Pov City Anthem
Cadillac Tah (Tah Murdah) - Pov City Anthem слова песни
{*phone rings and phone lady talks*}Hello, "Tah Murdah" has a message for "Sex Street"To accept the message, press oneTo cancel the message {*phone button pushed*}Tah Murdah 2001 Murda I.N.C. motherfuckerMr. Fingaz got beats[Cadillac Tah]Uhhahhhhh.. gangsta, gangstaUhh, uhh - gangsta, gangstaMURDA! MURDA! - gangsta, gangstaFuck y`all niggaz talkin about? - gangsta, gangstaUhh, uhh - gangsta, gangstaUhh, uhh, uhh (Yeah) This is how we do - gangsta, gangsta(Yeah, 2001) - gangsta, gangsta2001 nigga, check this shit - gangsta, gangsta[Verse One]Now everybody just BOUNCE! BOUNCE!My Pov City hustlers, BOUNCE! BOUNCE!All my hood slimies, and Prada mamisSee how we fall off in the club, its nuttin but lovePlenty bottles of skimy twisted and stick budAnd it fifty-fifty love, all across the board dogGully respect Gully never floss for broadsor, get out of my character when she back it upAnd after somethin good performs, I`ll have you get up on itMa, I`ll give it how you want it, make you a new ladyCoke`ll open her crazy, now all day she two way meType of shit like "ohh baby", everything you do is gravyAnd models I`m hittin lately, so all you can do is hate meStare me down and screw face me, hype ya man up to lace meC`mon, all y`all buttersoft, sweeter then tastiesMy hands grip two hammers, double actionPrime time, nigga minus the actin[Chorus]NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the skyAnd if you holdin weight, nigga get it upMamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain`t spendin the night?Give her the pin number, mami hit me upWe can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the JagAfter we burn a bag, I`ma hit the gutsOh you a baller? Then ball to thisMy pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain`t mad at you player, play on[Verse Two]Now hear me holla out GANGSTA, GANGSTAPAPER CHASER - I love the cakeAnd petit mamis with the coke bottle shapeSo keep shakin that money maker, ma-ma I can`t hate yaIts a cold world, ol` girl - so take advice from a pimpWhat I`m spittin is venomus ism listenWhen the chrome rims glistenin, on the `llac truckTraffic get backed up - we in this, cloud of smoke from spinachNiggaz ain`t big enough to go some rounds or minutesI`m heavyweight, and I ain`t speakin bought pounds in fitnessUse to spit off for sport but now its businessWhen you see me holla like you know me and I ain`t scared homiePicked up the mic, and put down the gats and yoNow I rap and blow, with a fire acid flowYou know, and dog I ain`t gotta repeat itRight in front of ya eyes, ya see it, the best kept secret[Chorus][Verse Three]Now everybody just (ride..)If you sittin on dubs, in that big body rollin a budThen get (high..) uhh, get it crunk(Murda.. gangster love)Now you know its only right and necessarythat I smash Freddy, after spittin heavy - barsMethaphors god, my shit is deadlySwift and better believe I`m focused nowFeed you to the vultures, murderous poster childClick, clak, BLAOW! The pound sure to dropThen catch me full of that hall or, blowin on them poppersBut love, livin and, love them, thug, womenwho will hustle and grind when its hard timesPlaya, we came in this game with no gimmicksYou`re finished, diminshed ya frame get holes in itStraight business and +No Limits+, like Master PSo if you bout that, scrilla my nilla then stack them cheeseAnd twist up, burn the vanilla dutch, we live it upNo bread, dick and Big Red we givin slutsI`m just a villian, willin to kill for that pot of goldYou gotta know, its all for the dough[Chorus][Cadillac Tah]Yeah, its a playa event niggaAll my players ya heard mePov City nigga, yeah, uhhHeart of the grungy, cheddar boys, mercyYeah, it`s goin down nigga2001, murda, murdaUh, uh, gangsta, gangsta..C-LIFE!!!