Текст песни Mun-E f Baby Beesh, L.T., SPM, Tommy G - Fo Sho
Mun-E f Baby Beesh, L.T., SPM, Tommy G - Fo Sho слова песни
Fo sho, smoking choppers and helicoptersZippers and kicking trippers, fo shoFo sho, better have the breadFo sho, nigga gon end up deadFo sho, riding on them chromed out twinsFo sho, young nigga you best stack your endsFo sho, nigga better do your thangFo sho, face down in this gameFo sho, fo sho[L.T.]Now let me introduce myself, its Mr. PMGNigga your boy L.T., that represent B-O-DI stay on track and stay on grind, toss it up and shut it downRepresent for H-Town, pop my trunk and show some rideAnd if they coming with some plex, we breaking backs and snapping necksPutting bitch niggas in check, hit your block and straight wreckNaw I mean nigga we coming, you and your boys start to runningFore` my K start to drumming, have your whole hood hummingTear it up don`t give a fuck, we keeping lean up in our cupIts Southeast nigga what, we got them Caddies on the bumpWith wood grain, swang and bang, make it hot like a flameIts four hundred for them thangs, you keep it cool it might changeAnd that`s for real nigga chill, me and my boys staying trillDown in H-Town with them grills, slabbed out and popping pills[Mun-E]Got the game and perfected, I found the shop and then wreck itCompetition gets corrected, by this lyrical lethal weapon Steadily chilling my checking, so bustas keep on steppingI`m Phat Money connected, your rank you better protect itExpect the unexpected, what you can`t see or feelOr you gone, respect this is kinda like popping a pillWhen the pain gets hectic, for when the rain gets recklessIts a damn shame they sweat this, my diamond rings and necklaceThrowed in the game from Texas, and still breaking em offAnd get tossed when I floss, cause I`m representing the South[Hook - 2x]Cause I`m all about my paper, everyday aStraight heart breaker, guaranteed to spray yaWe are, making a move to make em bounceDropping lyrics in these rhymes, popping game from the South [SPM]Its all gravy its all groovy, I smoke em like a doobieFeed him lead for what he said, put him to bed like Sleeping BeautyStay aware for what`s out there, I smell hate all in the airSomeone asked me what my race was, I told em it was playerVery rare, my breed is almost extinct, the way I walkThe way I think, the shit I wear, the shit I drinkThe way I stink, I smell like fruity hydro ponicWhen haters see my car, they turn around and vomitMama mia, Versacci clothes from the galleriaI fuck a country singer, and a Houston ballerinaChef Coy, cooking ice cream on my stove topAs your bitch, lick my dick like a blow popFrom the old spot, when I dance I do the robotGot hoes across Texas, from Dallas to BeaumontStill I`m loco, fuck any player hating hothoYou ain`t got no love for me, then I ain`t got no love down poco[Hook][Baby Beesh]Its the return of the grain gripper, main nigga, cocaine flipperDrain dripper, its Baby Basherini man a brain ripperStrange liquor, in the mix like margaritaKeep a heater millimeter, in my vita plus a two literSalty latino, throwing bombs like Dan MarinoPacino, I`m down and dirty when it come to my c-notesI`m off the chizzle when I sizzle, doing my thug thizzleOn the rizzle, these playas gon blow my duz fizzleWhat`s really, bullets floating like a yacht17 motherfuckers dead let em rot, gotta get my scratch rightSo nigga act right, don`t make me buck emAnd if these fools make a move, well then my...motherfuck em[Hook][Tommy G]Well I`m in to potent paper, major dived-endsSnatching breaking lyrics, fucking bitches best friendsCan painted legendary streets, or wrapping bricks cooking cheeseLiving major bout my paper, keeping hoes bending kneesDrop it like to ease my stress, puffing on hydro leavesRolling only with my team, breaking bread forfilling needsIts a way of life, that was destined in my planPrices steep when I creep, shipping unloaded from bands[Hook - 2x]