Текст песни Dru Down - Talkin` Shit
Dru Down - Talkin` Shit слова песни
What`s up motherfuckersI`m talkin major shit motherfuckin day, you feelI`m coming strait from the Oakland streetsI got let u niggaz know when the end meetsSo here we go come and take a ride with me In the streets of the motherfuckin fiftiesFirst of all let me take you for a five-minute rideCome back for, one nigga just diedAnd I don`t even trip of for shit That it takes for a motherfuckin lick Be strong, stand tall, a hold your grounds up, be a mack like Dru Down A nigga who stands on his tiptoes And I love short hair fine hoes Nappy hairs don`t remind me Cause I`m blind just like Run DMC C and H don`t you like this shit a funky rap to another funky hit Niggaz wanna know about me The capitalized serial killa a double D Well nigga back up take fifty feet Unless you want your teeth layin on the concrete Cause am not playin no gamesNever did never will now what`s up mayn You wan test some skills Well let`s test your skills on the real Uh, nigga you ain`t shit A punk kissing ass and lickin on some dickAnd I knew by the way you move You were switching the hips and perking them lipsYou was a fagot ass bitchBut don`t trip cause a nigga like me just talkin shit You feel that I`m talkin major shit bitchHa one two one two here I go with the flow Now what you got say about me talkin shitI aint never been to legit to quit Cause a nigga like me is on the goAlways being real true to the hoe Never turn to the white man just a black man To some brothers now you understandCause a nigga aint trippin no more of the white folksI just got to get my money on And this is out for you ballas Shit, popo stay off the dickCause you motherfuckers keep on jackin I`m gonna get feed up, something gonna happen I may run and get tha AK take nine I dammed near forget to creep to the 4 five But a nigga aint loose I get juice when it comes to me wearing toe boots In case I got to throw AK to the shit And then I get crossed to check I don`t play no I don`t fuck around21 years in the Eastside Oak townI bet you couldn`t hang like I didBeing a mack pimp player at age ten But science I was young and talk a little bit I listend up and when I spoke I talked major shit A well a brother like me feel bionicEvery time I`m puffin on a joint of the cronic Yeah, I wear five nine dickiesI`m sayin fuck 8 ball I drink Mickies So peep this here I go I say whats up to my folks from the five O mail rowAnd back cross two I aint forgot about my partners form the five 2, foo And we can keep it on the strive I throw a peace sign, for six five and six nine And I`m gona keep it on a goI wants some bounce lets go to seven nine eight OAnd yeah am talkin big shitRoll up the window come with me to the land and hit nine six And ride, and say whats up to my folks But for me to say names that`s brother off And so we steady getting high buffin Marvin Gaywe And science we ridin throgh the streets hit nine eight End even I`m down the street around the block I can`t forget about my folks from Plymouth Rock well I`m finished I`m quit through talkin shit, Don`t forget Dru Down keeps guns and clips and clips and clips