Текст песни Daz Dillinger and JT the Bigga Figga f K - Long Beach 2 Fillmoe
Daz Dillinger and JT the Bigga Figga f K - Long Beach 2 Fillmoe слова песни
Uh uh (Geah, geah, geah, geah)Yeah yeah (Wha wha)Dogg Paw Records (Uh uh)G.L.P. Records (Geah, geah, geah, geah)Uh uh, check it out, check it outTha Gamblaz (D-1-8) What?[JT the Bigga Figga]We low-key - city streets, we on the underBring thunder, bomb beats for hot summersWe at this, in and out just like a robberyBreak bread, lay down slow because ya bother meStressed out, ghetto shots the metal hotWhen the cats get to buckin and shit, peep the potCamoflauge in the buckets we ride, get up insideOn the other side, now we collide, it`s WestsideCertified, I make it happen for my real folksRepresentin Fillmoe, we make them hitsAll the way to the L.B., cuz them niggaz tell meThey be gettin they grits[Chorus: JT] - 2XWe put it down for the real folksL.B. to Fillmoe - you can`t fuck with this!And when it come to the tipsWestcoast represent y`all - all we make is hits![Daz Dillinger]I`m lookin ghetto fab, coordinated with some G shit to bangTwenty cents on the hang, ain`t a fuckin thangThe Bigga Figga Dilli ride the city gettin greedyOhh what a pity, smokin sweets and switchin Philly`sI get off the chain, get loose sip juiceOn my way get down `fore I start to produceI need a valet my frame of mind is madlyOhh how can I be happy when the feds tryna jack meThey try to get at me and they try to get meNothin but G`s is ridin with me, all the bullshit can miss meWestside, Eastside, we ride slide and dieFor the cause baby girl, be fuckin her out of her drawersShe know me from back in the days, I get the cabbageDat Nigga Daz gots to have it, haha!I`m a motherfuckin hustler, busts on bustersFuck all y`all suckers and ride on motherfuckers[Hook: JT] - 2X[JT the Bigga Figga]Man it`s more like nuttin to lose, and a lot for me to gain onI stayed back waitin my turn and got my game on (Game on)We`re not a spotlight, shine every rhymeMaybe only cuz that`s how us niggaz came onI`m in the same zone of the twilight, livin the high lifeAnd I gotta rhyme tight, man cuz all my fuckin fansI`m puffin on grams, until a niggaz nearly can`t seeFor tape three I can`t come weak, I`m at my peakDo a hundred thou a week, through the streetsGot us ready to start collectin `fetti, swing cars like AndrettiHeavy chips that Tha Gamblaz flip, when we hitLike the `89 quake, that shook the fuckin BayDay to day is what I`m talkin `bout, who the fuckin tightest?You know about Tha Gamblaz, G.L.P., Frisco`s FinestDiamond cut records and beats, nuttin sweetWhen I speak, only represent for the eliteWe play for keeps, fast cars and jeeps, for all my peepsClearin up the Billboard charts, on a single sweepNo retreat, I keep the heat, waitin in my notebook50 bar rhymes with no hooks[Killa Tay]They say my mind`s in the sky cuz I`m high as a kiteI see the devils run for cover when my people uniteTryna get my thug life right, and change the way we all thinkFinally found the missing link (What is it?)God is real, I felt the touchNo way to ignore that I recognizeAin`t no money from the third eye, so why lie?Expectations sky high, then we all die, but the game won`t changeSo many curses, so many hearses, stuck in my brainI know the way God works, took me 28 yearsTo finally face all fears and see my real life clearI near thug heaven pledgin allegiance to my livinAnd the feds can`t hate, they know my talent`s God-givinNever been to prison, I`m supernatural for realRemainin military minded, with a passion to killSo if the revolution pop off, I`m ready and deadlyI dare any one of you peckerwoods to play with my `fettiSo feel the fury flow, the planet revolves around meAnd now I`m thuggin more than sucker-freeI pray for strength to keep my mind rightEternal limelight, still in my sightBut now I see straight, my B.G.`s can`t re-lateCuz I`m high-powered...