Текст песни Juvenile f Big Tymers - Be Gone
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[Chorus 3x] (Sung)Bag gone, hat gone, coat goneWhy don`t cha get the hell on out the do`[Mannie Fresh]He told me number three was cheapWit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakin`Checkin` in motels every other weekendSay brah I can`t picture lil` one eatin`Boy you ain`t know fo` sho` she creepin`While she been tellin` me dog, she goin` to meetingsMeeting Kitty wit her mouthThat`s what yo` chick `boutMan, pass me my asthma pump, put lil` one outSometimes I be likin` when seenin` chicks dykin`Pissin` on each other, mud wrestling, and fightin`Hair everywhere, sratchin` and bitin`Pass me my asthma pump again man, this shit excitingI be like, "let`s get jumped" like a game of checkersAnd I done cheat more chicks, than Nelly sold recordsE.I, C.I, turn a chick outThen give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth[Chorus 2x] (Sung)Bag gone, hat gone, coat goneWhy don`t cha get the hell on out the do`[Baby]There`s a story about a bitch named SallyA hot girl, lived in that rat-hoe alleyShe stayed sharp, stayed rockin` BalanceAnd a fat pussy, laid down in the Cadi`Back of the seat or back of the PalaceI`m a Hot Boy it really don`t matterMy brother K.C plays them tellersThat`ll jump off, hit a stepper, whateverMichael Kipper, James Peter got a big betterDick gotta a bitch in Miami a dick-sweaterLike Delores from A.T.L, "The Freak of the Week"She did me, Slim, Joe, and TikiI don`t care, bitch just rideShake yo` pussy, and shake yo` thighGet yo` hat, get yo` coat, it`s time to rideBaby girl lookin` at me like she surprise[Chorus 2x] (Sung)Bag gone, hat gone, coat goneWhy don`t cha get the hell on out the do`[Mannie Fresh]Let me tell you about another one of my loversI caught the ignorant chick pokin` holes in rubbersTalkin` `bout she late, sorry no waitGirl you fucked me, Mike Tyson, and O.J[Baby]These hoes be pullin` they raw tacticsBaby makin` and jaw-jackin`Mami suck dick like a lowriderOoh-wee, don`t stop her[Mannie Fresh]Thinkin` that I`ma claim that babyGirl you coo-coo, stupid, dumb, and crazyHis eyes green, and his hair wavyThought you had me huh?, got me, playin` me[Baby]She movin` like a nigga hittin` switchesBut I bet I`d hit that old shittyShe a popper, H.G non-stopperShe from Uptown, baby girl don`t knock her[Chorus till end] (Sung)Bag gone, hat gone, coat goneWhy don`t cha get the hell on out the do`[Mannie Fresh over chorus] (Talking)Nah shawty, don`t cry nowGet them old ass iron skates you left up under the bedAnd them old ass pro cases that you had, and all them beta tapesAnd get your old ass beeperYou know that beeper that look like a garage openerThe one that you had, get that shit up out my drawerand get on out of hereYeah you got to leave, got to goGet that rat coat, that old ass coat that you said was a minkShit ain`t nothin` but a big ass nutria ratOh yeah, and get your cell phoneThat big ass cell phone wit the car battery hooked up to itThe one that be causin` Cancer, you know that big assfootball you wear on your face, hurtin` and shitGet your old ass cell phoneAnd get them Chic Jeans, that Jamaica Joe shirt, andthem Hearochees that yo` ass was wearing when you came hereAnd them big fake ass "Salt-N-Peppa" earringsYou know them earrings Salt-N-Peppa had in the 80`sYou better get them bitches up outta here tooAnd get them footy socks, the ones wit the balls in the backThat`s yours too, you need to get that, get on outta hereYou know what i`m sayin`, I use to love you, I don`t love you no moreDon`t like you no more, none of that, you know what I`m sayin`And get your Cutlass keysGet your old ass Cutlass, the one that we parked off the blockYou know what I`m sayin`, `cause I didn`t want it in my driveway`cause it was leakin` oilGet your old ass Cutlass key`s and get in your Cutlass and ride outYeah, you hood roach, you ain`t even a rat, you a roachYeah!