Текст песни E.S.G. and Slim Thug f Z-Ro - We Ain`t Trippin` No Mo
E.S.G. and Slim Thug f Z-Ro - We Ain`t Trippin` No Mo слова песни
[Hook]Too many haters, still try to take me off of my gameSee a young playa gripping wood Looking good hold up, man we off the chainSee us coming down, and we`re holdingIt`s the Z-Ro, Slim Thug and E.S.G.We don`t give a damn about none of these hoesWe all about our do`, we ain`t tripping no mo`[E.S.G.]Armed and dangerous, wanna spit them flows Swang with us, if you wanna sit lowThe game of life be shife, better think twiceAren`t they nice, get killed hoeFor real though, kick your ass with a steel toeWhat can I say, you niggas gay you need a deal thoughWork my wheels so, twenty three minutes from your townUdaville hoe, 23 inches from the groundHold up now look around, playboy you don`t want no dramaOff the chain and untamed, orangatangs out the jungleMake the loudest nigga mumble, baller blockers can`t stop thisWanna throw me out the game, like my name Rasheed WallaceHold up, blow the whistle that`s a techWe got home court advantage, this year we bout to wreckHit up nigga sets, snap they neckTake to the chest, trying to fuck with the bestInvisible set, baguettes, Rolex when I flex in the Lex with the big S-SNow who`s next, you gon understand itBack in the tour van, with Jennifer Lopez panties in my hand ha[Hook][Z-Ro]Z-Ro the Mo City Don, bigger my bricks and profitsIt`s evident that I`m a President to the game, you can`t baller block itYou can`t block my ball, when I get a flick a screen gon fallGive me fo` corners, and I punish em allNever gon fall off, when I haul off in the L dogMy block my bread and butter, keeping my pockets nice and thickWhether be solid or whether be soft, the game ain`t never been known to quitWe went from riches to rags, rags to riches, while maintainingComposure rock and witness these fellas, as they was switchingInvesting in plenty bars and stocks, still got money coming out the blockI scheme to plot to the cream of the crop, fuck a bitch we gon leave a bald spotThey trying to take me off my game, wanna see me not having thangsMo City Texas Ridegmont mayn, killa codeine and mary janeOver the plate it`s time to bat, it`s out of the park I told you thatLucky Al Gore couldn`t hold it back, now I gotta calm down with a doja sackZ-Ro, Slim Thug and E.S.G., we in it to winMechanical gorgeous everytime our records spin, Mr. Hater[Hook][Slim Thug]I feel like in real life, they thinking I`m Santa ClauseI hide from mo` hoes and mo` foes, than I hide from the lawsThey in my face with no pause, steady trying to make a G fallLike Tupac fuck all y`all, cause I need my cash tallTrying to hate on mine you outta line, I shine because I grindI keep that money up on my mind, for the umpteenth timeWhen I write a rhyme I rhyme real, and getting green is what I feelA five figga nigga that want a mill, before my record dealStill trying to get it, I hustle and can`t quit itMy target in range, is up to me to aim and hit itBoy forget it, if you think I`m falling off of my gameYou off the chain, you must of fell and lost your brainI maintain and look good, and grip wood through my hoodFuck a hoe I`m bout my do`, let`s keep it understoodWhile these haters falling off, I`ma be falling inBig falling in the Benz, solo fuck friends cause uh[Hook]