Текст песни Juvenile f Baby, Lil Wayne, Turk - Project English
Juvenile f Baby, Lil Wayne, Turk - Project English слова песни
[Lil Wayne](Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (mmhmm) uh-huh(Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix)(Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen..(Ladies and gentleman!)Okay I`m Weezy Wee the man and I reps it wellAnd it`s gon` be Cash Money whether death or jailCatch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya girlOr in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooomNow I`ma tell ya how it is and no matter the costRespect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughtsGot a Escalade wavin on them deep dish rimsAnd got ya girl sayin "We just friends" - I ain`t trippinI`ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with itBlue-eyed Bentley, knew I`d get it, uh-huhFrom the streets of the dirty, it`s humid and muddyWe get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me?I got some freaks on my side that you`ll likeAnd somethin on my wrist colder than a Coors LightIt`s SQ-7 CMB it`s lifeIt`s Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh(Ladies and gentleman!)[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]A wodie, whassup? Wodette, whassup?A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?A wodie, whassup? A wodette, whassup?A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?[Baby]I`m the #1 stunna Baby, B, Bryan and Bubba Got that Crist` in my hand, a pistol in the otherOlde English and Hot Boy bout to get in some troublePlus I`m leanin off the liquor, bout to get at your womanI`m runnin with them HPG`s, them Uptown thugsI ain`t buyin the bar homey I`m buyin the clubSo momma look, get chea, show me whassupPut some straightenin on them dubs, and show me some loveLike Hennessy, (?), clean, GYou gotta admit it that`s the way it`s supposed to beI`m the bird man homey and I`m sellin them cheapsPut hits on bustaz while I`m brushin my teefsCan`t quit this now cause you done played it too strongStunna call you on it `til I`m dead and goneOne love to them Hot Boys, sellin that wrongAnd my homies in the pen, from usin they phones[Chorus][Turk]Look, forget what ya heard dawg, Turk still thugginYou got me messed up, bout to make me start bustinTrust me, I don`t miss cousinAnd the last thing you see is fire and blood gushinI`m a lil` thug, always strapped with that thangYou get killed thug, when you`re messin with me mainI run with real soldiers called the B.G.F.Ready for anything you could believe dat dereI guess it`s in us to be the way that we beWe all from Uptown, from the 3 `til the 13thWe tote choppers, with a hundred in `emAnd you see them dome shots we bout, runnin in `emWe play it raw, give a know what about the lawThey get stole too when they, messin with usMy team still strong, we all from the hoodCMR for life, come between? Wish you would[Chorus]{*Juvenile ad libs to fade*}