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Pastor Troy

No More Play in G.A.

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Текст песни Pastor Troy - No More Play in G.A.

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(phone ringing)Pastoer Troy: Y`all watch this, watch this (laughs)Guy on phone: No Limit StudiosPastoer Troy: yea, yea, yea, can I speak to P?Guy on phone: P ain`y herePastoer Troy: Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down SouthGeorgia Boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then what`s up we`llgo to warVoices in background:Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha,(Gunfire) Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) WhaWha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, Wha, WhaChorus: Pastor Troy (voices in bacground)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)Pastor Troy:What`s up, Big mouth, Big talk, Big gameTeacher`s pet, takin` aim, pop the Tech, takin` aimPlenty range, plenty shotPlenty change, plenty glockPack the heat and I`ma keep em` hotAnd I`ma take my stress right off the topCuz I`m not, nothing likeAnyone, once on the micWish you might, show ya rightHave ya`ll thinking I`m Barry WhiteIn the night, pack em` tight,c all a fight, T.K.O.We got mo`, you ain`t know, numero, uno,Keep a O we burnin slow, we optimo, y`all swisher sweetsAnd don`t compete, I`m too unique, sit back be quiet when the Pastor preachI made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourselfIt be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my deathAnd anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fearYou can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, `til you come down hereAnd anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fearYou can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, `til you come down hereChorus: Pastor Troy [voices in bacground] (2x)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Pastor Troy:Fake real, fake soul, sold this, sold thatStory grew old, old `vo`s, old lacBut I`m back, verse two, and you, know meAin`t no, owe me, you die, slowlyHoly, Bible, assault, rifleThou shalt, not kill, unless they make you feelLike they, superior, naw brah, who you wit`D.S.G.B. my clique, all the money that we can getIn the mint, gone and pick, I`m like Vick, Vapor RubPinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I wasEnough of, talkin`, talkin`, what`s upIs we, actin up, you best, be backin upRember, re-up, red mouth, straighten meAll these niggaz be hatin me, because we keep all the DO-P, add a E, O.P.P. we ain`t downNone of my folks don`t fuck around, quick to spit every roundCome on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so meanIn the car, looking mean, all you see, is the greenI`m the king, of the thrown, still shown, every songPunks due to not live too long, Pastor Troy and now it`s onChorus: Pastor Troy [voices in bacground] (2x)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)What say the fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Pastor Troy: ("We Ready!" in background for last 8 lines)I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby,Bought a little Arm & Hammer, cook it, then sell the copy,Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper,Niggaz climbing with me, don`t know they claimin they "G"So bump this beat cuz it`s real, just change your air change the stationWatch the story bout hatin`, then another bout bassin`I`m takin` riches to get it, but now I`m sick of this shitSo with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it legitI bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculatorWho would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later,Its like I owe them bassers, for making me take this seriousWasn`t for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin` thisIn the mist I`m frisked bout three times a day,What I`m doing down here, nigga this where I stayI just pray, that I relay, the message to someAnd let them know, goddamn, ain`t no more play where I`m fromChorus: Pastor Troy [voices in bacground] (2x)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Ain`t no more play in GA (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)Now shit`s real

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