Текст песни Da Wild Boyz - Gotten
Da Wild Boyz - Gotten слова песни
Shit, right back at y`all againIt`s da one they call woodiestill at it ain`t nothin changed, like i said ?????Let`s go get`em recordsWild boyz downtown as wellT-Bone on the track y`all know what time it isChorus: repeat 2XYou got rope round your neck, duct tape on ya wristPistol whips til ya scared, now here comes my diss[Da Wild Boyz]You tried to win a warfare, now try to pill a whellchairFuck around and sit there, you`ll get drilled and killed thereI gives a fuck bout you bitches ya`ll just hot cause I`m coldLook I`ve been talking to you bitches, but ain`t on no street songJuvenile I know ya, B.G. don`t make me come show yaYou like to bling-a-ling, I like to stay with reinBitch y`all thank I cain`t prove it, set the date and let`s do itSet ya stage on fire, watch a wetboy run through itSee Reggie be bustin head, a gangsta bout bustin headK.C. be bustin head, Juve be suckin headB.Geezy B.Geezy, you a real junky fo sheezyBoy ya lips stay swoll, black, sleezy, and greasyAll that motherfuckin rappin, on gangsta murder weaponsWe pimp ya whole fuckin label, but uhh that why I just keep itI`ve got nothin but love fo ya Babythe way you pimpin your artist ?????Man you sold dope all ya life, got popped flipped the script started rappin that right*Chorus*How can gangstas make a million, in peaceBut y`all rappin in motherfuckin business in da streetsI don`t hate ya Baby it ain`t that criticalI just flip ya arist cause pitifuljunky is what they are, drivin nothin but jive carsReal solja behind bar, won`t say ya name but they areYou like to rap all day, well bring your beef my wayYou like to ?? when you was real, more or less my cable billUp and nigga let`s bet, I won`t even break a sweatI`ma take your Rolex the first roundHot Boys want somethin and get wetWon`t say I`m thuggin when I wasn`t, sayin I got it when I doesn`tLook to me that`s not healthyClaiming your rich when your not wealthyGet ya mind right Lil` Wayne, B.G. leave that shit alonePull ya pants up on your ass, and carry ya young ass homeI`ma say it one more time, bitch you gets no love"Junkies gets what junkies does"Boy I catch you slippin I`ma beat ya like a hoeHave ya friends weepin ??????? metroGirl that Juvenile ain`t know that he was on fireExploded in ???? water, knock black magic off his tires????? come ride through my hoodSo I can clean ya dirty world and super soak you goodB.Geezy what`ch say, you cain`t wait to see little Aunt TizzyIt`s a must I keep it real, you got that look that`s easyIt`s a dirty world and you bitches losinYou cain`t do nothing about it cause I`ma keep you blusinYou cain`t make good songs cause I`ma do you wrongI`ll take ya hit, flip yo shit and make my pockets strongIt`s a dirty world and you bitches losinYou cain`t do nothing about it cause I`ma keep you blusinYou can`t make good songs cause I`ma do you wrongI`ll take your hit flip yo shit and make you move onYeah I see ya ass ridin dirty up my blockbut if you stop you`ll get drop with da glock all topsI see you rolling in your compressorI snatch that ass Hot Boyz one lesserI see you rolling in your compressorI snatch that ass Hot Boyz one lesserYes bra*Chorus*