Текст песни M.M.O. f Ice Grillz - Protect Ya Neck Collection, Vol. 1
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[Intro: Itchy-Fingas]Hey grandma, yea, how you feelin`?Yeah, everything`s okay, and yourself?Oh, grandma, I was just callin` to ask youIf you had a Hooptie that I can borrow, yeah a HooptieYeah, my cars in the shop right now, I have to go see my girlYeah, I can hold it? Thank you, grandma, I appreciate it so muchYou know I love you, so much, okay, I got to go thoughOh, wait, grandma, you got a gun that I can borrow?[Intro: Itchy-Fingas]Yo, M.M.O., baby, Protect Ya Neck, babyThe patrol zone, Itchy-Fingas Sha, stop playin` gamesWit the pop, pop, pop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoYo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo[Itchy-Fingas]Yo, I stop the press, niggas get hands pump in they chestC.P.R. flow, I got ya`ll niggas coughin` up doughDouble M to the O, blow like a fifty of `droAnd splash tracks like never before, we untouched paPorsche or a Jaguar, scanner with the radar, start your shitBlowin` niggas right where they sitI spit the flows, but the flows be sick, B.I. ridiculousWe addicted to blow, ya`ll, cause ya`ll niggas predicted itCheddar`s my witness, flossin` like bricks, like brick-faceBenjamin big-face, around the world like Puff and MaseWhatever it take, we push weight for high stakesTristate, down state, nigga just don`t playI spit the murder, but the radio, just won`t playNo Flex bomb threats, it`s strictly conflicts up in the conference[Chorus 4X: Itchy-Fingas]Stop playin` games with that dough, paWe get that dough, pa, we take that dough, pa, M.M.O.[Ice Grillz]We rolled up in two bubble-eye 6`s, rag to richesDon`t get it twisted, nigga, pop a bottle, snappin` picturesCake like Duncan Hines, we sport, platinum shinesLinks, laced in full length minksDon`t be protected, in armor cars like brinksValet, park the car, I`m at the bar sippin` drinks, likeShootin` stars, pass Mars, whateverMe and my dunns pack guns roll tougher than leatherLike a wrist, raw spit, with Glaciers of IceMy whole team`s blingin` like a diamond, just a heistEyes to the skies, me and my duns bust slugs in itLike a foreigner G.S., wit the windows tintedAll my Sunz of Man got plans to receiveHundreds of grands for they body pay beneath the sandFor real, for real, cats is killed on the hill, but stillTry to stack, teach the seeds and buildWe originate, from the Asiatic populateNubian state, the Gods hold it down to weightSix sets, trillion tons, multiplied byNineteen million guns, you hear me son?[Chorus 4X][Triggnomm]I clap in the booth, hydro, Henny and heatSpit sixteen in the street, dead at the policeCriminals on patrol, killas off paroleThe truth unfolds, my flows become horribleDuckin` forty one slugs, at police clubs and buttocksRaw, rough and rugged, like the media love itHot flows, accumulatin` to a drop roseAs far as I`m supposed, that`s how hip hop goesSo we drink, smoke and skeet, til we coke or go brokeNoddin` off in our sleep, like we be dippin` the dopeRobo thugs, wit M.J. millennium glovesSee my vision, can`t you tell, we on submissionWe gon` get that dough, and we gon` split that doughAnd if necessary wit calico`s, close the showI`m certain, it be curtains once your wounds start hurtin`Your dog start desertin`, relatives in a hearsin`What`s worse, then playin` with a black man`s doughThat`s like fuckin` his queen hoe, or wreckin` his vehicleYa`ll muthafuckas see the glow in M.M.O.C.I. cats, now multiply dough times that, stop playin`[Chorus 6X][Outro: Itchy-Fingas]Yo, M.M.O. Official, Protect Ya Neck RecordsThe drome zone, Itchy-Fingas Sha, Big Trigg, Iron SheikYou heard me, it`s not a game, yo stop playin` games wit that dough paWe get that dough, pa, we take that dough, pa, M.M.O. Let me at it, lemme double that..