Текст песни Gangsta Boo f Fatal - Oh No
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[Fatal]1 - (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit[Gangsta Boo]Oh no, you can`tMisses Gangsta Boo comin` atchaWit niggas guaranteed to wet your fuckin coochies, watered upWe be the roughest, my team be the buckest, my team be the quickestMakin` you say "What the fuck was it?!Who that be? Where she at? We besta get her, yo!"Triple 6, Gangsta Boo, why don`t you come & get me ho?!Bet y`all niggas on the payroll, ready to swat you babySlice & dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machettiI hope you ready to see Freddy in your fuckin` dreamsMake believe shit come true, know what I mean nigga?I`m outta control like a fucked up roller coaster rideLet me get high, thought you mothafuckas died (nigga)I be the mindless, shoot bitches, when I flowI don`t give a fuck `cause ya hatin`What the fuck for?You do not pay meNeither do you break meHypnotize comin` for realWe paper chasin`Repeat 1[Fatal](Oh no) I`m sick & tired of playin` wit these fuckin` hoesAll my life I seen friends turned another fuckin` foesIf a nigga out to sea, what the fuck you get back?A group of niggas sellin` ?dolo? `caineTalkin` `bout how you backI make the bullets that ? like...Don`t believe me? Test me Jack*brrap, brrrrap brrap brap*You better be nimble, you better be quickWhen this fuckin` forty clickIt`s gonna be cold in your partna`s houseWit hoes in your doors bitchAin`t a killa, ain`t a nigga, by the scrillaBut a hustla, I`m by the struggleKeepin` the trouble, kickin` doorsGuns to brangSlangin` `caineIn the snow, or in the rainI`m gon` maintainIn the street, or on the stripI`m makin` gripsShakin` diceThe cheese, I flipI pimp a bitchRunnin` combs, on cellular phonesI`m in your homePut them toes, up in your faceSo now it`s onRepeat 1Ha, I got ?? flicksYes, on the C-B set cassetteMake you deaf, ? ha, if you bitches wanna flexCatch a neck ? bentLike some missed up out your chest>From the ? chestMany bitches I been sexedBy the Lord & this ?Rock a mic up off stage, if it`s cordlessYes, love the gangsta way I testTake three thousand XI smoke the dope up in my ChevyHit the head restKill `em all, by the Three 6 multiplicity, no sympathyNamin` startin` from the C-B-QBe from this infa-meeI rip it ??Ya pretty styles & sympathies go mentally?Make a believer ??, put it on the show, they called it rippleySo picture theSucka who chuckles wit buckles will really catch the knucklesCuz hoes will duct tape you with ? you ain`t got the muscleI leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like ??You don`t want no posse ???They don`t want itFatal put the pump to your stomachHittin` you up wit shotsGive you reasons to run withThe dumbest, ain`t nothin` these cats get game fromIt`s the verbal verdictIt`s venom, I`m dissin` `em by the hundredsTrain gas, tryin` to seal you in the rep-tain gapHussein foulPut it in that appleShit, you playin` now?>From Memphis to your cityMy fo-fo prettyLil` Gold from sheezyPut the ? to your kittyFuck wit Hussein & thugs That`s your brain on drugsI bring the pain wit slugsDon`t get slain then plugYou`ll get popped offBlock wit hot shots, and dropped offI spot y`all, when I popped mines offIt`s them outlaws in Three 6, y`all can`t do shit withThat slick shit, sheisty, nasty, new brick, mix shitI`m tellin` you, you my man, I`m holdin` back from shellin` youScrew my plansAnd I`mma be pourin` out liquor, smokin` an L for you"Shuttle control, shuttle control..."