Текст песни King Tee - Triflin` Nigga, слова песни King Tee

Текст песни King Tee - Triflin` Nigga

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{*opening skit: man talking to girlfriend in car*}[M] You won`t have to worry about anything when you`re with me[M] cause I`m.. (?) reliable (?) {*while he`s speaking, thug runs up and opens his car door*}[T] Nigga WHASSUP nigga? Get out the car nigga![T] Give me your jew-els, fool![M] What, what do you want from us?[T] You and your BITCH, nigga! {*car door slams*}[T] Get out here.. nigga you better get off this motherfucker punk[M] Look.. look out baby[M] I`m not givin up anything! You`re just gonna have to.. {*gun blasts*}"Screamin!" {*second skit: argument between thugs over money*}[1] Where my motherfuckin chips at nigga?[2] Yo homey I already told you nigga I`d have it Friday nigga[1] Man FUCK what you told me nigga![2] WHAT?! Nigga, fuck you motherfucker[1] Nigga what`s happenin then nigga? Nigga! {*beatdown starts*}[2] Awww shit!! {*beatdown continues*}[King Tee]I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet won`t budgeThe niggaz always ask am I a Crip or a Blood?I am what I am and that`s all I can standsI can`t stands no more so I`ma scramSell me a couple of ki`s and buy a crib far awayA place that the map don`t sayCause I`m gettin kinda timid, at first I was with itTalk about jack moves, I did itI took cars, snatched jewelry, and boy I`d runwith the colored rag over my gunAnd there was times I had to pop fools {*BLAM*}because they didn`t believe that the glock rulesWhen I say get out, get out! And I might not shootThen I`m off to put your Dayton`s on my CoupeBut nowadays I have to figureWhat goes around comes around for the triflin nigga {*third skit: G`s discussing a hit*}[1] There the nigga![2] Nigga nigga fuck that, I`m gonna shoot this nigga right here[2] Man, watch this {*gun being cocked sounds*}[2] I ain`t got time to be playin with this motherfucker nigga[2] Show this nigga what time it is nigga[1] Yo yo hold up[2] Nigga watch out nigga[1] Come on man[2] Nigga watch out nigga {*incomprehensible*}[2] Fuck that nigga man, fuck that nigga[1] We don`t need to get indicted[3] Yo yo the nigga got a gat!![2] Nigga fuck that nigga nigga! Nigga FUCK that nigga![2] Nigga FUCK THAT NIGGA! {*BLAM! BLAM! BLAM-BLAM-BLAM!*}[2] NIGGA FUCK THAT NIGGA!![King Tee]Back in the days I used to stand on the block with my boxWatchin my boy run up to cars and sell rocksHe was young and bold, lot of money and goldKept a gat on hold in case suckers tried to rollA car stops, he trots, yellin here comes the copsHe`s only sixteen, but he`s braver than his popsHis mother and father, smoke crack like I drink brewSurvival`s on his mind so he serves them tooSchool isn`t important, he`s importin big packagesacross the border, a little shorter than a million quartersAll the women ride his jock like a jockeyHe says "I`m on top, there ain`t a cop who could stop me"but confidence, is his best defenseAt night he carries a gauge he fit inside of his trenchHe says "A punk try to run up, I`ma pull the trigger"What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga! {*fourth skit: a drug deal in progress*}[1] What`s happenin man you got those birds?[2] Yo you got the money homey?[1] Aiyy man whatchu gonna ask me somethin like that fo`?[3] Look man, fuck all the bullshit[1] Man here you go right here man[2] Show the money dawg {*briefcase is opened*}[1] Nigga, there you go, so what`s happenin?[?] I like that, we in business[?] Man - fuck you nigga, this is a jack, it`s a jack nigga[?] Always gettin him, hey what`s up?[2] Nigga, strip down, get butt-naked nigga[King Tee]I heard one-time wanna peel my capfor the gangster rap to make niggaz start fightin backBut I don`t even give a fuckPass the AK, and one-time better duck {*automatic fire*}Cause I don`t give a fuck about a piece of tinI [*scratch*] shit off your chest and then grinAnd move on to the next motherfuckerCops ain`t nuttin but the Klan undercoverAnd they be lynchin motherfuckers up nightlyThat`s why they need mo` motherfuckers like meTo stand on the scene and pull the [*trigger*]cause I`m a triflin nigga {*fifth skit: passengers in a car*}[1] Yo yo, yo they got the lights on, that`s the cops[2] Aww god damn![1] Pull over![2] Y`all just chill out, y`all just chill out, y`all just chill out[2] Chill out alright? Here he comes, here he comes[C] Can I see yer driver`s license registration and proof of insurance?[2] What did I do officer?[C] Get get your hands on the wheel![2] Man what did I do? What you talkin about?[1] Man fuck that nigga man[?] Blast that motherfucker, blast him! {*BLAM, BLAM BLAM BLAM, BLAM*} {*car peels out and takes off*}

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