Текст песни Drunken Master f Bugsy, Redman, Ol` Dirt - Drunkenstyle
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[Sample from `Belly`]"Hey dog, there them fools go right there!" "Yeah, they-they rollin` hard too- They-they slangin` real good Real good" "I might have to drop `em Might have to drop a dime on them niggas Know-what-I`m-sayin`? I don`t like that shit I don`t like that shit"[Drunken Master]"Throw it upThrow it up, niggaWha-what-what?Yo, y-yo, yo!"Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,world-wide, international, V.I.P.Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the nightDrunken Mast` about to get my money rightLive from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,world-wide, international, V.I.P.Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the nightMe and my nigga Bugs about to get our money rightI`m comin` through in the clutch like my name was Jerry Westwit` a belly full of brew and on my hip I got the Smif-n-West("What `chu doin`?") Ballin` as I mash through these city streetsStill fifty niggaz deep, packin` heat! ("What `chu ridin`?")`99, chrome kitted Escalade ("What `chu doin`?")Gettin` paid, ready to blast you in your bald fade ("What you called?")Urban legend, situation stickyFuck you niggas if you niggas ain`t wit` me ("Where you goin`?")To the bank then I`m headed to `Lac ("Why?")To blaze a sack wit` them niggas who got my back ("Who is that?")Cheddar chasers, them B-T-T`s ("And what they doin`?")Makin` G`s wit` they mind on they chedda cheese ("And what you got?")Extra clips for them playa hatin` snitches ("Why they hatin`?")`Cause Drunken Master`s on the road to the riches ("What you gon` do?")Rush they spot and give `em two to the dome ("Why?")`Cause Daddy`s home, about to get my grind onLive from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,international, V.I.P.Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the nightMe and my nigga Bugs about to get our money rightLive from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,international, V.I.P.Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the nightMe and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right[Bugsy]You wanna bring the ruckus? Fuck it, then we canIf you`s a G nigga, then I`m at least a hunded grandDamn- That`s a whole lot missin`and what`s this `bout a competiton wit` all this bullshit you pissin`in the ocean? Damn, your little ass really must be smokin`Hopin` that I won`t say that much and hit you wit` the camal clutchNah, what the fuck? I`m on some ill shit for realand talkin` to me like that, nigga, `ll get your family killedBut you will probably squeel and say it was me who pulled the triggaand I`ll have to lie and blame it on one of your hoe-ass niggas, likethey was smokin` Swishers when I stepped on the scene- Thisone nigga looked mean and stuck me up for all my greenAnd all I seen was you bust up wit` the gunand all I did was run to the phone and call 9-1-1And by the time I`m done, nigga, you be deep up in some shitand I`ll be somewhere, nigga, deep up in your bitchSo before you pick the wrong fat nigga to fuck wit`,you better call your clique up,y`all niggas is plannin` some tough shitSome mo` rough shit, some mo` thirty-eight snuff shitBut I`ma bust shit like `Back the fuck up, you dumb bitch!`Not one clique? You better be for realThat`s like bein` blindfolded in the middle of a mine fieldNow y`all chill and we can make it popUrban legends, nigga, holla at me when the album drops[Drunken Master]Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,world-wide, international, V.I.P.Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the nightMe and my nigga Bugs about to get our money rightLive from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,world-wide, international, V.I.P.Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the nightMe and Funk Doc, about to get our money right[Redman]Yo, yo, yoYo, stomp wit the big dogs! Sick dogs lurkin`Doc Bradshaw behind ball plant and steel curtainsDenver Bronco fan, glock squirtin`Brick city, steerin` wheel hurtin`Prepare y`all fast cars for lane mergin`Hasta manana, y`all crash like Diana, cock block into grammaGot cock in Atlanta,