Текст песни Daz and JT the Bigga Figga f E-40, San Q - Independent Babble
Daz and JT the Bigga Figga f E-40, San Q - Independent Babble слова песни
Dig that, oh boyThat`s what I`m talkin` about, JT the Bigga Figga, E-40Daz Dillinger, San Quinn, what up check it oh boy[Daz Dillinger]Ya see I`m all about lavish shit, plushed out havin` itFifty g`s a twenty gauge on my cabinetShit, can`t be half steppin`Niggas be lookin` around blastin` niggas with any reppin`My profession I selected, directedShit, I`m a boss nigga and I`m highly respected (No doubt)With the stacks cause I layed to the game no pressin` itNiggas wanna get down but niggas freebasin`Fuck it up from the Beach down to FilmoeGive it up, niggas duckin` and it`s real ghostAnd a nigga hand in pain cause of the wristCountin` a million a stack matchin` itWhy try to fade me, the invinciblePrincipal comin` out as the invisibleI got it locked from every hood to every spotTo want a mack glock, damn it stay hotEvery other sucker and buster bewareIt`s a Dogg Pound gangsta on the loose out thereAnd I`m comin` I`m comin` comin` and comin`And I`m runnin` I`m runnin` and I`m gunnin` and I`m gunnin`[San Quinn]They can`t stop my paper chasin`Keep it crackin` on the back streetsCollectin` them chips and all stacksWho be in tact, nobody really knows the hustleSportin` one day, bouncin` back with legs buckled, like thatFortified, I know these niggas be hatin`Watch they faces as they can`t stand seein` me skatin` (Woo-woo)Politicin` nah playa no polished ticketsDebt tapes, cash advances and meal ticketsDogg Pound gangstas and the G-O-PWe from the 415 they from the 213Beneath the layers like the window, ballin` me and my kin folkSquattin` on these twenty inch dubs, tint on window[Hook: San Quinn (E-40) x4]We independent in the game that we bubbleCause it`s the life, the life, the life, the life (The life)[JT the Bigga Figga]We bring this shit like the Wild West, Filmoe to Foul-SetWe slang crack and run around with a techWhat did I mean, I`m tryin` to push something cleanLike a 500 CL, nigga please believeWith the stackin` c, puttin` g`s on g`sFor another hit they beg oh please, oh pleaseTry to freeze our accounts, I put the strap on ya tongueI`m doin` this to eat bitch not rappin` for funI`m the first to speak and the first to leapWith two concrete feet, touchdown hurt the streetsHold court in the streets, judgement to the winner of beefNo more clubbin` nigga, no more sleep, uh[E-40]Spend safari, ya better go cop a pack of smokes40 why orwhere ya beenOh you been givin` out prescriptions and antedotesTakin` notes, shootin` dice, practicin` my literatureWith my folks, Filmoe niggas, ask JT he the bigger figureNifty with my spitter, full off that alcohol off The LiksOld school zig-zag nigga smokin` on some of that cat pissPokin` and strokin` the batches, patchin` up my dipsSeven-fifty a pop, nigga that`s how I been doin` thisSellin` tapes out the trunk of my car, independent shitFuckin` with these distributors, tryin` to get nickel richTryin` to get nickel rich, fuckin` with these distributorsMoms and pops loyal fans, redeems and vans, ooh