Текст песни La Chat f Hypnotized Camp Posse - Wolf Pack
La Chat f Hypnotized Camp Posse - Wolf Pack слова песни
(DJ Paul) TalkingAUUUUUU!! Wolfpack, GET DOWN BITCH!GET ON THE MUTHA FUCKIN GROUND HOE!HYPNOTIZE GOT DAMN POSSE IN YO HOUSE BITCH!Gangsta Boo,Crunchy Blac,Lord Infamous,DJ Paul,Juicy J,La Chatand my new nigga Frayser Boy!(Gangsta Boo)Hypnotize Camp bitch,step into this maskGet yo ass fucked up bitch, 44 blastAnd u lemons lookin at me hardGangsta B. assasin gonna catch a fuckin murder chargeFuckin wit you niggasMutha fuckas wit that hoe shitCirculatin gossip bout the lady, whats the bizness bitchIf u really got a problem then let my niggas knowHow you gonna handle that? the wrath of a killer hoe(Crunchy Blac)Make the wrong move and body`s get bruisedTalk to much fool, and I duct tape youAct a damn fool and get treated like a foolWhat did I do to get stuck in these shoesOoooh the fuck? oooh!!! when ya see me come thruLock and fuckin load,when I pop at youDo the damn thing,nigga do what you doAint no attitude I`m just being like you(Frayser Boy)I`m knockin down you niggas doorsFuckin all you niggas hoesGet out the way Im throwin bowsA nigga hurt,dont stop no showStraight out the Bay a nigga realDont try to fake the fuckin dealAll my dogs I know is trillI`m out here tryna get a mealFuckin wit that HypnotizeI can see it in yo eyesFrayser Boy it aint no lie You can kiss yo ass goodbyeI been branded as HCPNiggas dont u fuck wit meJust like the Sun bringin heat run up nigga u gone see bitch(Lord Infamous)Lords the horridVery morbidChainsaw roaringNiggas blood is pouringArts of warI invented the torment44 gat, all the slugs are swarmingYour the target,hope u can absorb itMy mortuary`s got plenty of storageI got some shit that launch yo ass into orbitClose the casketOrbituary poetry(DJ Paul)Now Ima break it down for ya since you bitches dont knowJust because u signed wit select-o, you aint a CEOYa gotta sell some records first, thats part of the planLets try to see if you can get more than 20,000 on sound scanYou wack ass bitches what ya playin wit this cheeseYa need to get up on 80 G`s and hollar at meThats the discounted price for a Hypnotize beatOn my wall I got some Golds and I got some PTsI bet u knew dat Bitch(Juicy J)I`m from the hoodI aint no goodWit 20 niggas deepWe rollin lac woodYou cant faze meYou do amaze meYou say u on topSo why u hate meYou muggin u starinBut I aint carinOr is it my watchThe platinum the caratsBut why u wanna doWhat grown folks doLike go to house of dubbsAnd purchase 22`s(La Chat)I`m puttin the city on lockI`m finna load up them glocksI`m gonna blow up ya spotWhen ya run ya get poppedLoaded strapped up wit gatsBut you cant kill of a mackYou done fucked up ya know datI hope you watchin yo backI gave you props a great bitchThem killers give me yo shitLa Chat gone blow off yo wigWhy you keep crossin yo nigI hope ya ready for warAint got no time for ya boysMayn I got somethin in storeYa need to play wit ya whoreI get together the tonePull up in front of ya homeYa betta know that its onThat woman shoot up ya domeSince ya wanna be a killerHeres ya chance ya niggaLets see do u got the liverTo pull ya gun and the triggaAlot of bitches hate ChatBut I aint fucked up bout datYa wanna get off some annaShit!!! ya know where I`m atBut then ya know how I rollYa bitches know what I`m boutAint no discussions wit meI put my foot in yo mouth