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C`mon C`mon

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Текст песни Drag On - C`mon C`mon

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(Verse 1) (uh yeah yeah yeah c`mon c`mon) When ya`ll niggaz run on my block You gonna get it And that bitch you trying to pop I done hit it You still trying to find my style You gonna get lost And those that think they could touch Gonna get torched Make a flow to my gun That`ll go off I`ll do a hundred in the wind On the turnpike All you hear is wind wind wind That`s a dirt bike And you can put them up and shut em up Cuz when we get it up we hit em up Hoes ain`t good enough My fires gonna make dust Now who the one doing the talking? Ya`ll niggaz gonna split a coffin And you can call that fifty-fifty Break it down to the nitty gritty Now what you see is whatcha gonna get That`s 5`8, dead weight, tone straight, your face Now let me see you get away Bob and weave back Since when a nigga breathe through his back? Now when it come to my shit Better leave that C`mon C`mon Hook: Your hoe don`t wanna be mine? Better save your daughter Your coke compared to mine? Is baking soda Ya`ll niggaz wanna war? Better send your soldiers My life is on the line For the new world order! (Repeat once) (Verse 2) Soon I`ma flow over Like (what) like water When niggaz be drowning Ya`ll look smaller I don`t give a fuck what they might call ya It could Mo or Cristal I`ll pour ya I be dealing with the hype shit I keep a tight clip But only thing my bullet might slip Growing up in these here streets Is gritty You don`t do a lot of talking In the city It`s pat pat pat No pity Then woo woo woo woo Those sirens When Drag dash on Is hiding Cause we don`t do a lot of running I keep firing And as long as they payin A few is dying I don`t care if it`s plastic or iron Cause the money in my pocket I`ll fold ya And if your niggaz ain`t tell you They shoulda told ya C`mon C`mon Hook: Repeat twice When my niggaz swing the sword off Get your shit blown off Cause if ya`ll niggaz looking for a fist fight Shit you gonna die tonight Cause when we swing them things You gonna see the light I don`t care if its heaven or hell They both bright Ya`ll niggaz got beef with Drag-On? C`mon,C`mon,C`mon,C`mon, C`mon Ya`ll niggaz is getting to close Back up, Back up, Back up, Back up, Back up Ya`ll niggaz gonna make my gun go Blaka,Blaka,Blaka,Blaka,Blaka Ruff Ryders gonna make sure you don`t come back The only nigga that`s allowed to come back Is a nigga that smoke the crack When it comes to our g-stacks We want that Now let me see you count that We don`t want no ones back Them ten`s and twenty`s Is all but a simple money And I`ma burn like I`m on hot sand With my shoes off Make sure nobody make a move Til the cruise is off And in this game i win And you lost And the only way you gonna catch me Is on the cover on of the new Source C`mon C`mon Hook: repeat four times till end

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