Текст песни Mr. Serv-On - Strap Up
Mr. Serv-On - Strap Up слова песни
[Mr. Serv On]I like to get that wild thing, street or city.Huh? What ya`ll bout?Huh? What you bout?You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shitThey bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shitYou bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shitThey bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shitYa`ll niggas call your self killas, but ya`ll don`t know the fuck a killa isOh I represent my block and I don`t give a fuck about hisI done been in the Bronx with Fat Joe and Big Pun,and ain`t no bitches on theirsAnd I done roll through Watts where the mutherfucka killinAnd never motherfuckin stopOr in St. Louis, where a nigga break your muthafuckin` neck and step in your chest nigga that`s what the fuck I call respectThey ask me why the fuck I write these type of wordsGo to Memphis nigga and ask every niggaWhy the fuck you steal so many quarter birds on the curbBetter yet, go to Chi Town and ask every nigga in the Y 100`sFriend Town or Madison Ave., why the fuck they wanna put they pistol downCause we soldiers nigga, with out a fuckin lifeAnd I don`t give a fuck what city your from, nigga put em up cause it`s on tonightStrap up my tennis shoes, get my choppersBitch I`m from Houston, and I don`t like yaStrap up my tennis shoes, get my choppersBitch I`m from Dallas, and I don`t like yaStrap up my tennis shoes, get my choppersBitch I`m from Atlanta, and I don`t like yaStrap up my tennis shoes, get my choppersBitch I`m from Miami, and I don`t like yaYou bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shitThey bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shitYou bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shitThey bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit[Fiend]I, from the gumbo, where some for, smoke till they humbleAnd when we rumble, and tumble, we strap till the sun goRatta tatta pow, on my gun go, learned it from my uncleGet more then one shottie, maybe bout a trunk fullOur love goes, duckin po po`s, hoes on the go goTakin no no`s, don`t let the eyes close, with seven zerosGotta hero, and sista, me, and only meCombat ready from the midwest to the California streetsNigga`s that only take the heat, bring loud and foster beatsFlorida, Chi Town, to the Magnolia LeafIf you wanna keep your teeth, and have respect when you speakRepresent your clothes and war thats hard as me[Mr. Serv-On]Strap up my tennis shoes, get choppersBitch I`m from Baton Rouge, and I don`t like yaStrap up my tennis shoes, get my choppersBitch I`m from Louisville, and I don`t like yaStrap up my tennis shoes, get my choppersBitch I`m from Birmingham, and I don`t like yaStrap up my tennis shoes, get my choppersBitch I`m from Mississippi, and I don`t like yaYou bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shitThey bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shitYou bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shitThey bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shitStrap up my tennis shoes, get my choppersBitch I`m from Streetport, and I don`t like yaStrap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers