Текст песни Drag-On - We Got That, слова песни Drag-On

Текст песни Drag-On - We Got That

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[Drag-On] (Warren G)C`mon (The Ruff Ryders)Flame on (Double R, baby)Flame on, c`mon, c`mon, c`mon, c`mon[Drag-On]Aiyyo, y`all niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tapeMe, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapesI make the hardest shed a tearGive `em a gun, if I had two right hereTwo over there, fuck playin` fair!Y`all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tearDrag just burn that up and get it outta hereY`all think y`all goin` from heaven to hell?Y`all ain`t goin` nowhereBut in the same town on the same dirty groundAnd I don`t care how you livin` it upI even got dead niggas shiverin` upYou can bet I come diggin` you upThem niggas bust guns just to make niggas run byMe? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focusThe one open is at the tip of the noseWhen it blows, y`all so-called-pimps die hoesDon`t bite rhymes or flows, just air markSnap with a finger, have y`all wanted in dead park[Eve]Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got thatCock back, hold in position for combatStand clear, all y`all cowards have been warnedDuck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne[Shadow]Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got thatCock back, hold in position for combatStand clear, all y`all cowards have been warnedDuck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne[Eve]Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean?Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teamsSince I had a snotty screamWas taught to die in a red beamNever ask when I need cashI`m a customer, I snatch your creamSoldier, cross-over, knock on my doorWit` Jahovah, huh, know the population`s overI`m causing early retirementsCuz you blast last when I`m firingDyin` in the blood you lyin` inWent from the full house to the raw houseTo niggas tryin` to rip my draws outTry it now, nigga, blow your jaw outYou don`t want my gun to go pow-powWell, I`ma have your face the same colorAs a tongue of a chow-chow, niggaThese ain`t water pistols- they shoot many misslesAnd when I set `em off, they scar your bones to the grissleOnly I knew how it was gonna comePut up in your baby-mom, for your only sonI`m takin` e`eryone[Shadow]Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got thatCock back, hold in position for combatStand clear, all y`all cowards have been warnedDuck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne[Eve]Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got thatCock back, hold in position for combatStand clear, all y`all cowards have been warnedDuck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne[Shadow]Uh, I`m psychologically fucked up, know the truthSee, I`s sick, throwin` up Henny and ?Gook?POOF! Me gone, I pray for the death of my motherUntil I woked up and hugged her, and told her that I loved herSick sin, my ink pen stay in the ringCrown me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiendGolden ice, I stole for the love of my wifeThen she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump meCame home, of course as the king of my throneBack to Roley`s, back to smokin` bones with coleyMy demo was better than a lot of y`all recordsBed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun goI murdered some quick for doughHit `em up fast, watched them die extra slowI lock shop when I come through with the blue topsSmokin` a oo-whop, with all glocks cocked[Eve]Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got thatCock back, hold in position for combatStand clear, all y`all cowards have been warnedDuck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne[Shadow]Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got thatCock back, hold in position for combatStand clear, all y`all cowards have been warnedDuck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne[Eve]Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got thatCock back, hold in position for combatStand clear, all y`all cowards have been warnedDuck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne[Shadow]Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got thatCock back, hold in position for combatStand clear, all y`all cowards have been warnedDuck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne[Warren G]See now, there it goY`all got itThe East Coast West Coast collaboWarren G doin` it with my niggas from The Ruff RydersEve, my nigga Drag-OnYeah, that`s how we doin` it, like that for y`allIn the `99

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