Текст песни JT The Bigga Figga w Celly Cel, E-40 - AlbumL Dwellin` in the Lab
JT The Bigga Figga w Celly Cel, E-40 - AlbumL Dwellin` in the Lab слова песни
(E-40)Hey, JT, you know what playboy, it`s like this dukeThe niggas from your town right, they ain`tYou know it`s gone be some motherfuckers That`s gone hate tha shit out of you ass, you dig(JT The Bigga Figga)Yeah, that`s right(E-40)I mean they gone hate the shit out your assThen it`s gone be some niggas that`s gone love the shit out of your assYou digI mean, you know, playa haters come in all shapes and sizes(JT The Bigga Figga)All shapes and sizes(E-40)But then again, it`s some good motherfuckers that`s got your back(JT The Bigga Figga)That`s right, that`s real though(E-40)You dig, and the real motherfuckers they there for ya(JT The Bigga Figga)Huh uh, One Love(E-40)We gone sprinkle `em on this other thang(Celly Cel)Beware of those faulty ass mark ass niggas snakin` in tha grassTryin` to take your cash cause you bubbled up to fast, the lastNigga that tried to go against the grain, I made him feel me, maneCocked the glock, put on in the chamber then I aimedFor his dome and split him like a GarciaVega down the middle, jumped in my car, see yaItchy trigger finger dumpin` on them dont-knowsJanky ass motherfuckers, mane, beware of those(JT The Bigga Figga)We drop bombs wit stocks and bonds and make it rappableFinancial status increasing cause everyday it`s capitalBut more than likely, they sure ain`t real because they plasticNo money in they pockets but G-notes worth of assetsI reach out then drop check watch and get my proppersWe kicks it wit killers who hate cops and pack they choppersSo when you see me it ain`t nou need for perpetratin`Stay the fuck up out my face because I know you playa hatin` me(E-40)Yeah, I still be my young Frisco city comradeMakin` these niggas midnabb.Postin` up in tha lidnabbPilin` up that cidnashChampagne wishes, pussy fallin` up out the pocketsThick ass ... surrounded by docters, chocolate ...The niggas that you be thinkin` that`s always out to getchaAin`t always tryin` out to getchaSometimes them real niggas that be witcha that`s out to getchaThat`s why me keeps my tossed pistolas on the side of me waist-aJust in case these cape crusaders wanna erase me(E-40)Hey, like I was saying look he, JTYuo from Frisco, we from the V rightWe from the labb, we networking, this is what we doAnd if you ain`t got tha recipe Don`t be mad if they ain`t checkin` for ya(JT The Bigga Figga)That`s real!(Celly Cell)I see you sittin` on them thangs and bending the blockYou better be sittin` on a glock or you`ll be riding stockThe jackers see them niggas clown, just like I see them niggasBut don`t be slippin` when you see me, I might be them niggasWith the choppers yellin` get out the car niggaHit the gas and watch me blast you ain`t gone get to far niggaDon`t trust nobody cause your closest friends will turn to foesIt`s double agence in this game, I know you feel me though(E-40)You wanna take your potnas win, from me tell my whyMan y`all was potnas tryin` together nigga knee-highHow`s the fuck you just gone transport my ... wearOver some he say she say shit man dude you out there(JT The Bigga Figga)Approaching my status feeling flavor never saving hoesBreakin` doors try to trickin` some niggas in candy painted voguesMarinatin` wit my boys from the VWe gets our paper stacks our chips and than we strike on z`sWe wraps our ki`s tight to keeps our G`s rightGotta get that money so we can be upon the next flightNot a dab but a smidgen play my game on precisionWe dropped the bomb that`ll make things come Then they fly like some pigeonsIt`s goin` down, but ain`t no need for extra talkin`How many straps up in the house, you best to get to walkin`Cause in the `95 these niggas go for brokeGet up off that kamikaze in you face and end of smokeBeware of those(E-40)