Текст песни Gangsta Blac f DJ Paul, Juicy J - Where I Dwell
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[Intro]S-O-U-T-H, M-E-M-P-H-I-S, take a guessCan you figure it out, huh you see that park signHuh, you know what time it is on, yeah....[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]Got me runnin` duck and survive, up in this rap gamePlay it fly, and movin` equipped, wid blunts and blaze manSuburban to the curbin`, hold up cause I ain`t servin`Jump up and get ah cut ah that stuff, get off to servin`Armani or some coochie, her figure mixed wid coochieI`m ridin` fully loaded, plus cut, whatever suits meLil Buck and all your kinfolk, you know the click was my folkSouth Memphis bout to blow up, boo-hoo and they can`t sop usSo far from where I was, sometimes I feel like catchin` myselfBefore I go just let me know am I a fool wid myselfIs SPV with my wealth, is SPV `til the deathA Gangsta B so smoke the ashes passin` pullin` that healthSo comin` simple and plain, I guess the rules ah the gameIs hocus pocus tryna focus, barely it just maintainSo take a smell in hell, get the loot and get bailSPV I dwell, and all the times shall tell[Hook: Gangsta Blac]DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us soIt`s all about a come up man,Bustas can`t be actin` strangeSee I dwell in SPV, over here ya cannot hangSee I dwell in SPV, over here ya cannot hang[Verse 2: DJ Paul]Fuck haters ain`t savin` none ah you hoes in the never PThe Prophet the Possee, the BHZ click wid SPVThe bustas we rush `em quick, come one come on scary bitchWe squeezin` them forties wid the mufflers and them reds trickStraight at your, fuckin` dome, coward shoulda stayed at homeNever shoulda come South, never shoulda ran his mouthSherm wid Bourbon comin` through,slammed wid eight killers of my crewWe trill, we killin` already the body we spilledbut bitch I thought you knew,The motherfuckin` scores, cover them holes in your fuckin` backYou leakin` like ah faucet any second your body gon` be on flatTriple fuckin` Six, in your face got you shakin`Duck my thugs from Two Lane and QueensMound, give `em a reason to duck,They never shoulda took the trip, knowin` that the Haven`s buckBuckshots that we produce, and we leavin` `em loose in they insidesThey bleedin` through his guts,The closer ya come the closer ya encounter from outer spaceThe Black Haven Zone, the BHZ niggas gon` take your place over[Hook: Gangsta Blac & DJ Paul]DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us soIt`s all about a come up manBustas can`t be actin` strangeSee I dwell in SPV, over here you cannot hang[See I dwell in BHZ, over here you cannot hang][Verse 3: Juicy J]1995, Mystic Styles the album was the shitMe and DJ Paul hit the back and catch the fattest chicksWe was movin` team was comin` clean wid something flexin`Paul bought a Bourbon after that `92 a LexusPlaya haters started comin` cause they saw us slammin doorsI couldn`t, stop, here, they don`t fuck, wid a nigga no moreBut yet I still fuck wid you, I also fuck wid business toTryna stack some cheese, for the keys, to my crib foolEverything was cool when you saw a nigga hype the streetEverything was true, when I said you hoes didn`t fuck wid meNow I`m makin` money and my company is risin` quickMajor labels callin` everyday, tryna get wid thisNorthside for life man, a nigga ain`t tryna changeI trick it wid the niggas that stay real, true to the gameLames don`t step up, stuck up bitches need to suck, a mean ass dickFor the nine six, fuck them ducks[Hook: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us soIt`s all about a come up manBustas can`t be actin` strangeSee I dwell in SPV, over here you cannot hang[See I dwell in NMC, bustas know you cannot hang]DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us soIt`s all about a come up manBustas can`t be actin` strangeSee I dwell in SPV, over here you cannot hangSee I dwell in SPV, over here you cannot hang