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

Текст песни Drag-On - C`mon C`mon

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UhYeah, yeah, yeahC`mon C`monWhat what whatC`mon (Come bitch) C`mon C`mon(Come bitch)When y`all niggas run on my blockYou gon get it And that bitch you tryin to pop (I done hit that)I done hit it You still tryin to find my style?You gon get lostAnd those that think they can touchGon get taughtSure we can flow till my gunHad to go off (blahhh)I do a hundred in the wind On the turnpikeAll you hear is we-we-ween That`s a dirt bikeAnd you can put em up or shut em upCuz when we get em up we hit em upHoes ain`t good enoughMy fire`s gonna make dustNow who the one do the talkin? (who dat?)Y`all niggas gonna split a coffinYou can call that 50/50Break it down to the nitty-gritty (uh-huh)Now what you see isWhatcha gon getThat`s .58, dead weight, chrome straight, your faceNow let me see ya get em upBob and weave backSince when, a nigga be through his pack?Now when it come down to my shitBetta leave that C`mon C`mon[Chorus: Drag-On & Various- 2x`s]:Your hoe don`t wanna be mine?Better save your daughterYour coke compared to mineIs baking sodaY`all niggas want a war?Better send yo` soldiersMy life is on the lineFor the New World OrderSoon I`m gonna flow over (Like what?) Like water (C`mon)When niggas be drowninThey look smallerI don`t give a fuck what they might call yaIt can be Moe or CristalI`ll pour yaI`m done with the hype shitI keep a tight grip (my gun)But only then (what`s that?)A bullet might slipGrowin up in these here streetsIs grittyWe don`t do a lot of talkinIn this cityIt`s down to pap pap papNo pity (my gun)Then woo-woo woo-woo (police)Go sirensWhile Drag-dash-OnIs hidinCuz we don`t do a lot of runninI keep firinAnd as long as they payinA few`s dyinI don`t care if it`s plastic or ironIt`s like the money in my pocketI`ll fold yaAnd if your niggas ain`t tell youI shoulda told yaC`mon, C`mon[Chorus 2x]When my niggas swing this sawed off (blahhh)Get ya shit blown off (uh-huh)Cuz if y`all niggas looking for a fist fightShit, well not tonightCuz when we swing them things (lights out)You gon see the lightI don`t care if it`s heaven or hellThey won`t biteY`all niggas got beef with Drag-On?C`mon, c`mon, c`mon, c`mon, c`monY`all niggas is gettin too closeBack up, back up, back up, back up, back upY`all niggas gonna make my gun goBlacka, blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka!!Ruff Ryder gonna make sure y`all don`tCome backThe only nigga that`s allowed to come backIs a nigga that smoke the crackAnd when it come down to our G-stacksWe want thatNow let me see you count that (my money)We don`t want no ones back (my money)Them tens and twentiesIs how I like to see my moneyAnd I`ma run like I`m on hot sand (hot sand)With my shoes off (hot shit)Make sure nobody make a moveTill the crew`s offAnd I mean this game I winsAnd you lostAnd the only way they gonna catch meIs on the cover of the new SourceC`mon C`mon[Chorus 4x]

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