Текст песни Drag On - C`mon C`mon, слова песни Drag On

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

Drag On

C`mon C`mon

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