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Drag-On, Juvenile

Down Bottom

282,00 1 секунду назад

Текст песни Drag-On, Juvenile - Down Bottom

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[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[Juvenile]Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmmIn the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage frightYo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipeNow say it right, Juvenile, HE tightStay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?I`m tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin meRunnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to meI`m workin wit some change aiyAnd aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yayYou bout warrin over yo` people I`m the same yayLook, I`ma have somebody sayin that`s the shame yayBut if them people come they ain`t gon` give no names yayPlay with the number one stun`na don`t play no games yayCome outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricksThem gather up boys strapped with cannonstryin to knock off yo` shit, you stanky bitchI`ll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for MoneyJuven` ain`t gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funnyChorus[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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