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Down Bottom

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Текст песни DMX - Down Bottom




[Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm [Drag] Ha ha hah Oh! Damn, now bop to this Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on) Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on) And now.. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea! ( )[Drag-On] Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop Nigga you don't want my clip to drop Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it Check what the bullet did Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs Nigga fuck that, you better bust back 'fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash Spit line of fire and he can't touch black All you can do is cuss back in your weak raps bout how you bust gats Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback Y'all niggaz don't feed Drag Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out in the safe house, nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger Matter fact where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider" and I ain't talkin bout my niggaz Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow and when you feel your nose crack That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles And who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On Y'all niggaz and Southsiders [Chorus: Drag-On + Various (repeat 2X)]Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all fuck them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the best [Juvenile] Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright Yo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe Now say it right, Juvenile, HE tight Stay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight? I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me I'm workin wit some change aiy And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the same yay Look, I'ma have somebody sayin that's the shame yay But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yay Play with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks Them gather up boys strapped with cannons tryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money Juven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny [Chorus][Drag-On] When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out When it come to my gun my shells is out You better get the message, cause I done mailed it out that I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South East West, and write letters for my niggaz up North My guns made in China, so you better dust off Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar I never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya You won't roll four and better My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her Be like a dog with a bone I run with her Y'all make me so tired Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots Probably gotta gun that ain't never shoot When we come you better hope they don't name you Cause like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you Don't try to be me cause I ain't you 'fore I have your spirit with the angels My shorty keep a gun on the ankles Wanna fuck? Watch out she'll bang you cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt Whoever wit you is goin to jail Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh? You wanna fuck em til they cum, huh? Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want huh? [Chorus 2X]




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