Текст песни Dru Down - Mista Busta
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*(Dru Down talking)*Yeah!This DD pimp playa OG Dru Down, drawin down on bustas like yoself!You ain`t got no mo crew, sucka.You`se a, punk, nigga.Chorus 2x *(Dru Down)*Mista Busta.Mista Busta.since you retired from this rap shit you think it`s over?Didn`t want to retaliate, but ya made me!Now I`m goin crazy![Dru Down]Ok now pumpkin headsis what I give you when you run up against that cap-a-lotstill killadouble, theeese nuts is bigga!Picture if Idone you like thattalkin behind yo damn backyou dirty, dirtyrat-tat-tatI`m puttin `em in ya like I wannayou`se a gonnaand after that I`m at yo woman`s house and I`ma bone herSonya?Is that, that bitch name?It doesn`t matter she likes them faulty flossy niggas anywayswhat a wayto go outand show outin front of some niggas that got yo ass spookedlike one of my hoes ain`t known beforeyou fake ass niggaI`m sayin real pimpin here thouI see through you like glasswon`t you kiss my narrow assmatter factWhere the mutha fuckin mack in you black?Never see you on the trackplus I hear you still smokin crackbetta stay where you atcuz it the Town you fuckedlollipop sucka!Mista, busta!*(Chorus)* 2x[Dru Down]You showed no loveso of course mutha fucka ain`t no love niggaeven though you outta the game I`m bringin it to you mayneI hope you feel thePain!Never cross tracks wit railroad trackssomething I can cross backI, discoveredthat you was ainpredictableegotisticalsomeone who thought his ass was unforgetablesoft like imperialpancake butta mutha fuckastill small time shittin punksshould put you wit your tapes in the trunkat Puemont Highwas sellin tapes for 5sold two was coohit a couple of corners on the dime"Krush groovinBody movin"shoulda left me alone, but now it`s onnext I`m to the domeBlow!Watch me use his punk title"Cocktail" his whole studiomake sho there`s no survivorsI`mastay realchange for no oneOakland is my cityand Oakland is where my loved ones get some nigga.*(Chorus)* 2x[Dru Down]This fo retaliation on the monkey tryin to talk about mean folks on that tape and escape, too latehigh blood pressure Dru Downabout to draw on that curved domeneed to beput infront of the whole Oakland fire squadlet `em start lettin looseI bet then I`ll hear your ass screamin trucebad newsgot lil kids and old folks talkin bout,"Hey Dru!You mean to tell me you ain`t down wit TOO $HORT now?"Never beenthat`s why I keeps breezy in the windlookin for infiltraitorsnow these other bustas wanna know bout us PARAPHANALIA MOBBSTASOakland imposterborn no, raised a lil babythat`s like you catch itthink itget rid of the fuckin scavisshadyshoulda boot ya from the get-goespecially at the Summer Jam when you ain`t throw a damn blownon-shot callaOops!???Don`t be the only one laughinain`t no damn hits, fa real?But I`ma fix that like yo grill.*(Chorus)* 2x[Dru Down]Mista Busta.Nigga ain`t got away wit nothin!Bitch made mutha fucka.Haha!Fake ass nigga!