Текст песни Gangsta Boo f Three 6 Mafia - Dont Stand So Close 2001
Gangsta Boo f Three 6 Mafia - Dont Stand So Close 2001 слова песни
[Chorus 8X]Don`t stand, don`t stand so close to me[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]Rip you bitches mugs offLookin at me fire hotRollin wit my brother ETake me to your stash spotQueen of Memphis reppinCrazy lady steppinComin wit tha automatic chrome tone weaponNigga yah you know the bizWhat you in my face forAdd teeth gold bracelet wit tha fuckin bezzleCruisin wit tha limoTint on my windowPop a half XNow I`m ready to get felt onOn my way to New YorkGet the latest fashionHead on back to MemphisHit the Pure PassionShake it shake your ass bitchSexy fine thang youMad hoes always got something about the Gangsta BooCatch me at the Grammy`sWit a blunt, runnin shitFuck you sissy bitchesYa`ll can`t fuck wit me, I`m runnin shitEverybody knowAll my niggaz do just what I sayNowhere close to meCheck the fuckin resume[Repeat Chorus 8X][Verse 2: Lord Infamous]Don`t stand much closerI can`t focusOn the snow ?????????????This automaticStart to splattinCappin, fuck the policeMy millimeterLike my peterKeep em rippin apartEvaporate emOn this caperSissy boy wit no heartA lot of punksThey talk that junkUp on that fuck the ScarecrowI`m super coolYou act a foolYou coward you gotta goI`m mega ?????? super pimp?????????? to the graveBut if I`m trippin off that hayThat be the end of the day[Verse 3: Crunchy Blac]Don`t stand so motha fuckin close to meIf you stand too close you get the elbow GGo on young niggaTryna start some shitIf you start some shitNigga this what you getI`m a rock and rollI`m a lock and unloadI`m a lay your weak ass down on the floorIn this gotdamn clubCause i told you broDon`t stand so motha fuckin close to me[Repeat Chorus][Verse 4: Juicy J]Let me be meLet you be youLet me smoke my weedYou can do what you doIf I`m ridin in the BentleyDon`t be mad at meYour baby mommaWanna hollaKnow she glad to seeA classy playa from the NorthWit a bag of goodFifth of henPint of ginRollin through the hoodIf i seem a little hotI can`t help myselfYou betta catch up witcho kindAnd fuck wit somebody else[Verse 5: DJ Paul]Now I`m a lock you in the fuckin trunkWhile i hit the fuckin funkNow I`m goin crazy boyAll i see is blood boyShoot you in the fuckin armPop you in the fuckin legSit backSip syrupAnd watch your snitchin ass beg, bitchStay away from Lil CraigClaimin you his friend hoeAll up in my brother`s faceKnowin you wanna be him hoeNiggaz don`t fuck wit youNiggaz tryna kill youEverybody know you the policeSo we gon peel youThe real don`t feel you(Scratching till end)Don`t stand, don`t stand so close to me