Текст песни Drag-On - Down Bottom
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Drag-On:Ha, Ha, HaOh, DamnNow bop to thisOh YeahYa`ll know what this is Flame onJuvenileDrag-onFlame onAnd now Swizz, Swizz Beatz yeahVerse 1Me and my niggas done licked shotsEven done hit cops Bet ya`ll niggas can`t wait till my shit dropTreat you like your moma given` lip to popNigga you don`t want my paper dropCause that means I`m empty And your full of itCheck what the bullet didMissiles gonna hit you get youRip through tissueShould have never rhymed this cause I miss youI make plus cash Ya`ll little niggas can`t fuck wit DragGot the chain out So it`s bust and grabNigga fuck that You better bust back`fore ya nigga ask back where the vest atRock like a girl but you can`t trust cashSpit like a fire but you can`t touch black All you can do is cuss backAnd read back how you bust gatsNigga we don`t need that I don`t care about your feed backYa`ll niggas don`t feed DragTell a motherfucker pull out Bust a bullet outIn ya safe houseNigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at Nigga where the weed atNigga pass that `fore I pull my triggerMater fact where the ass atCause I got the Ruff RydersAnd I aint talkin bout my niggasNigga we can go hoe for hoeToe to toe Blow for blowAnd when you fell your nose crackThat mean I broke thatI`m fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo` befo` ya knowYou can`t handle itYou can put me on wax but my fire burn candlesAnd who that nigga Ruff Rydin`Drag-onYa`ll niggas and south sidersChorus(Drag-on:) Do ya`ll niggas bust ya`ll guns(Voices:) Hell yeah we bust our guns(Drag-on:) Do you fuck them `till they cum(Voices:)Damn right we make them cum(Drag-on:) It`s for the north (hey)South (hey)East (hey) West (hey)Ruff Ryders gonna show ya`ll niggas who rides the best(Repeat)Verse 2(Juvenile:)In the late nightWe be cockin high givin` you stage frightYo` head might explode When I bust with the lead pipeAnd I say rightJuvenile hey tightStay hypeNow page mike and make sure he got all the yeah aightI`m tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein` meRunnin with them petty ass niggas lookin` like fools to meI`m workin wit some change haAnd aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha You `bout warin` over ya people I`m the same haLook I`ma have some body sayin` thats the shame gameBut if them people come they aint gonna give no names haPlayin` with the number one son don`t play no games haCome outside don`t see nothin` but camoflage and bricksYo` get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo` shitYa stankin` bitchI Ruff Ryde your ass thenCashin` for moneyJuve aint gettin nothin`Ha, Ha, Ha that shit is funny(Repat Chorus 2x)Verse 3(Drag-on:) When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them outWhen it come to my gun my shells is outyou better get the message cause I done mailed it outI`ma bang like a hammer and I`ma nail us outEast west the right this for my niggas up northMy guns made in China so you better dust offCause when they getcha you gonna be ketchupI always got chedder I never ass bet ya`And I won`t even sweat ya`We roll much larger and betterMy dough is never lowBut if Drag is down on his last I`ma reach in my sweater bet my barettaMake a nigga feel heat in cold weatherCan`t stand a nigga hypeThrow me his bitch Bitch come to my shit You betta come get herBe like a dog with a bone I run with herYa`ll make me so tiredYa`ll niggas still rappin` like ya`ll don`t know my flows fireYa`ll aint got ya`ll bootsAint got ya`ll suits probaly got a gun that aint never shootWhen they come you better hope they don`t name youCause like two sticks rubbin` I`ll flame youDon`t try to be me cause I aint you`fore I have your spirits with the angelsMy shorty keep a gun on the anklesWana fuck watch out she will bang youCause I taught her wellYa`ll players better haul to hellBut you niggas couldn`t borrow a beltWho evers wit you is gonna jailIs you niggas bustin` guns or you aint bustin` none haYou want to fuck`em till they cum haDrag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha(Repeat chorus 4x)