Текст песни Drag-On - Down Bottom (Video Version/Remix), слова песни Drag-On

Текст песни Drag-On - Down Bottom (Video Version/Remix)

Drag-On - Down Bottom (Video Version/Remix) слова песни

[Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm[Drag] Ha ha hahOh! Damn, now bop to thisYeah, 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 dropTreat you like your momma, give you lip a popNigga you don`t want my clip to dropCause that means I`m empty, and you`re full of itCheck what the bullet didMissiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissueShoot another rhyme just cause I missed youI make plus cash, you little niggaz can`t fuck wit DragGot the chain out, so his muscle grabsNigga fuck that, you better bust back`fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust atRide like the girl but you can`t trust cashSpit line of fire and he can`t touch black All you can do is cuss backin your weak raps bout how you bust gatsNigga we don`t need that, I don`t care about your feedbackY`all niggaz don`t feed DragTil a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet outin the safe house, nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed atNigga pass that `fore I pull my triggerMatter fact where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"and I ain`t talkin bout my niggazCause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blowand when you feel your nose crackThat mean I broke that, I fill a po`-po` wit a flame throwerlike I told yo` befo` ya know umm - you can`t handleYou can put me on wax but my fire burn candlesAnd who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-OnY`all niggaz and SouthsidersChorus: 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(yung wun)HAaaathis is a stick uphoes get lit upniggaz get split upbecause souths in the house tonightso crank it upfor the one double nine ninehow many niggaz still trying to grindbut my name they gonna shine????? as i pull up wit my green fellarwasting no timei gotta get mineand if u evernigga stopping whut i am trying to doi ll make you suffercuz i aint got no love for younigga my crew carry fully automaticsmix wit street like a maticsand if you make a mistake thats tragicmy niggaz prey on bad habbitsand we aint to be fucked withnigga we split shit for the love of green im all inruff ryding this bitchtheres gonna be consequences and reprecutionsup in this bitchfuckin wit this ds clicqueon some of that stop drop shitwit drag-onbut ya wants who i bemake the shit not what i seefrom the down south to nynigga shotsevery nigga i run wit bust gunsso if ya niggaz bust ya gunzlets get down and dirty and if you cut em till they cumwelll... ya niggaz heard emChorus[Drag-On]When my niggaz 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 outthat I`ma bang it like a hammer and I`ma nail the SouthEast West, and write letters for my niggaz up North My guns made in China, so you better dust offComin to getcha, you gon` bleed ketchup, I always got cheddarI never ass bet ya, and I won`t even sweat yaYou won`t roll four and betterMy dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last I`ma reach in my sweater, bet my BarettaMake a nigga feel the heat in the cold weatherCan`t stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get herBe like a dog with a bone I run with herY`all make me so tiredY`all niggaz still rappin like you don`t know my flow is fireand y`all ain`t got ya suits, ain`t got ya bootsProbably gotta gun that ain`t never shootWhen we come you better hope they don`t name youCause like two sticks rubbin I`ll flame youDon`t try to be me cause I ain`t you`fore I have your spirit with the angelsMy shorty keep a gun on the anklesWanna fuck? Watch out she`ll bang youcause I taught her well, y`all players better haul to hellBut you niggaz couldn`t borrow a beltWhoever wit you is goin to jailDo 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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