Текст песни Mausberg f Dresta - We Ain`t Done Yet
Mausberg f Dresta - We Ain`t Done Yet слова песни
(Mausberg:)Yo yo nigga, where they at now?(Dresta:)Where they at?(Mausberg:)Black Tec nigga(Dresta:)I don`t see `em Berg(Mausberg:)The young hogs, nigga [Mausberg]Y`all niggas ain`t ready for Berg to drop bombBlowin` your block up and I`m hot like napalmCrumble yo wack shit then I mash with my sceptorHollywood niggas I`m ready to chin check yaYo the Berg is on some different type shitGangsta Trey packin` the all black pistol gripMy niggas be on some ill shitGraduated from gangbangin` now we killin` over real shitSouth Pacific, the place that they terrified ofBlack Tec gangstas, low lights and real thugsMy dogs bit the hoes, ready for warBrigade of young niggas wit` calicos and .44`sBut them wack niggas claim they bring painYou cowards better stick to bein` hard in the rap game`Cuz on the streets I`m the Don-megaA rider from killer Cali and I`m sayin` fuck whateva Chorus:How can you roll in California with all that disrespect and not get wet?This Compton, Cali where the saga begun and motherfucker we ain`t done yetHow can you roll with all that disrespectin California and not get wet?This Compton, Cali where the saga begun and motherfucker we ain`t done yet [Dresta]I`m goin` out on the first rapper blabbin` at the mouthAnd if you try to hide from me nigga, I`m gafflin` your spouse (come here bitch)You cannot run from what has been done from day oneMy words spread like plague and tread like lead in the windSo holla holla if you really got a problemMeet the problem solver, chrome .44 revovlerIn fact I`m packin` my strap this very minuteUsin` 2Pac image, I`m feenin` 100 pecent to blaowYo style is blaow-ted, niggas thinkin` you wildI know you thinkin` fuck Dresta, but never thinkin` out loudYou little bitch ass wannabe thug with baby musclesMe and Mausberg gonna muscle you bustas outta your hustleCompton, California is original, most popular thugged-out nation where riders never vacationI stay packin` the floor thinkin` of more ways to gaffle your bitch up and spit you down in four ways Chorus [Mausberg]I`m still sayin` fuck y`all, realest until I fallPistol packin` car jackin` rider `til I back on some extreme shitLeavin` the car full of rappers leakin`Got my fly on, so fuck them old people peekin`I`m tired of rap niggas goin` HollywoodAnd running off at the mouth and wanna kick it like its all goodI`m the superior, super spaced-out on cloud nineHash and mushrooms got a nigga mindAnd ain`t no tellin` when I might go popFifty cal layin` niggas down, only one shotMy book is full of heavy hittersThrashers and ready to mash ya on commadn on Maus masterY`all niggas don`t want no contact with meThree and fifty pounds sweepin` niggas off they feetI`ma ht ya like vehicular manslaughterUnderground, but we prefer to call it underwater Chorus x2