Текст песни Lil` Jon and The East Side Boyz f Chyna, - We Still Crunk
Lil` Jon and The East Side Boyz f Chyna, - We Still Crunk слова песни
Chorus 2:You little punk motherfucker do yo thangYou bitch ass niggas won`t do a thangSo shut the fuck up and peep some game from meChorus:You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)BI-ITCH (bi-itch)Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)Nigga you ain`t nothing but a BI-ITCH(bi-itch)Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)Hook:YEAH!,YEAH!, YEAH!, YEAH!Well get yo hands up, get yo hands upGot damn it motherfucker get yo hands up Well throw yo click up, throw yo click upGot damn it motherfucker throw yo click up Well what you looking at, nigga what you looking atNigga what you looking at, nigga what you looking at Now what you wanna do, what you wanna doGot damn it fuck nigga what yo wanna do Now what you wanna do (you scared) Well nigga FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!Chorus:BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Nigga you ain`t nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Verse 1: Too $hortPour me some Bombay and fire up that pineIts bout time somebody checked you you bitch ass punkI heard you slap ya woman cause she told ya the truthReal niggas bring out the ho in youUs pimp niggas get it down hoeThe chin checker all you do is play the role niggaYou just a actor, won`t let a bitch breatheIf she wanted to yawnShe just a weak motherfucker so insecureHow come she can`t leave home without getting cursed out?Everytime you get mad you tell her get the fuck outPut I told that her, I said its coolGet at meCome by the house and get nastyI spit the real gameI rode her in my caddy when she yelled my nameI told her call me daddyTrick nigga if ya tell me you a player youse a liarCause you never be like Willie Dynamite Supafly...Chorus:You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Punk motherfucking BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Nigga you ain`t nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)Verse 2: ChynaPump, pump, pump, pumpLet no shotsDouble glock glockNigga pop pop it don`t stop in that dirty southBurn up the whole block that`s what this here be boutNiggas living lowless, niggas labeled heartlessGone see who life the shortestRegardless this whole world to me is garabageTrying to reap my harvestI`m starving, let`s live the life of ballinAnd still trying to find my calling, and make a changeLook into my eyes, all you see is painLook up in the sky all I see is rainAin`t no sunshine, call me a monkeyBut look I got K-9 bloodlinesWith P-9`s and semiautosAnd guaranteed tomorrow9th ward my burrowI represent the scum`sAte the crumbs