Текст песни J-Dawg f Insane - Bombs Away
J-Dawg f Insane - Bombs Away слова песни
(Insane)I`m comin` straight for your goods, nigga I don`t want your lil` hoesI seen ya smokin` opthimals in your benz at my showsI`ma wait and be patientYour boy was flossin` on DaytonsCaught him at the right timeTec-9 bullets went to flyin`One got hit in the spine, but he made it, that was luckY`all drawin` plans to see the man, lil` Frankie here, so what`s up?I drew some plans of my ownYour partner`s home all aloneShouldn`t have been slippin`, hollow tips gone have him sleepin` too longBeams work better than a scopeHe got a red dot on his throatI pull the trigger, now yo niggas moppin` blood off the floorI`m screamin` all out warsI`m runnin` back to my carBitches gone bleed to they deathFor fuckin` round with a vetI got`z to finish my mission, pipe bomb, hit the ignitionOnly nigga wishin`, mashin` out in the expeditionAll black chucks, black jeans, and a black hoodieSmoked out, puffin` on a Keep Movin` goodyFully paid from jackin`, I`m stackin` a nigga shitWill invade your mansion, and snatchin` what we can getGuess you didn`t see us comin` cuz we came in the darkBlew that ass up, like it`s centennial parkBombs Away![Chorus: J-Dawg]Nigga, nigga Bombs Away (8x)(Insane)Y`all thought Insane couldn`t flowBut I took control of the showAnd these soldiers ain`t lettin` go til` your people hit the floori got`z to get to your G`s, cuz mine come on a freezeI smoke a gang of that weed, then I straight be blastin` with thievesGoin` all out for this shitHow many domes I`ma split?I`m just a hustler from the door with a hundred chickens to getYour day gone fade in the blackThe camp be on the attackYou think it`s cool? I got my strap, I blast ya clean off the mapI`m representin` Big BoyKiller men takin` they carsGot twenty G`s, and I`m jettin`Loaded nine, fuck a Smith & WessonBullets made for cuttin` and bustin` a nigga chestDynamite, one light put your whole firm to restHate to be the nigga had to find that bloody messNose still hurtin` from inhalin` the burnt fleshNiggas gotta wear a vest, for fuckin` round with the bestI`ma psycho sniper killa, on the forealaThrilla from Manila, quick to fluffin` your coffin pillowHit`cha for your scrilla then crack the top on the `zeAnd when you make it, tell your maker that Insane don`t playBombs Away nigga!(J-Dawg)Bombs Away nigga[sound of explosion]Chorus(Insane)Soon as you thought it was overI`m standin` over your shouldersRight there in the middle of your cribGot thirty seconds to liveYou`ll take a shank in the rib, bleed, fall to the floorI bet you bitches never disrespect the camp no moreI roll with nathan but felonsSoon as they finish we bailin`J-Dawg be chokin` your bitch, for all the screamin` and yellin`Never had love for no hoesI hit that hoe with bow-lowsShe got some knots on her headHer man about to be deadGrab my weapon, ain`t no time for guessin`That`s out of the questionNiggas tried to blast me, cop killers taught him a lessonFour niggas against a veteranCan`t win, in this professionMy life, be like a missionWith Tokyo ammunitionI`m wishin` I catch`em slippin`One of them niggas missin`Big Mitch in the other roomWith a bomb strapped to the broomWe made it out to the vanHe got the switch in his handThat`s the planMake them bitches think they gettin` awayI hit the switch in broad day, you know the camp don`t playBombs away nigga!(J-Dawg)Bombs Away[sound of explosion]