Текст песни Project Pat f Baby, Hot Boys, Three 6 Ma - Ghetty Green
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[Project PAT]Man, why these niggaz always hatin` on Hypnotize and Cash Money? Man, fuck these niggaz![Baby]What`s up wodie? It`s these gold grill and these platinum-mouth boysThese big time Hot Boys, these 3-6 boys, wit the self made millionaire Cash Money boys[Turk]You done fucked with the wrong niggaMust they know that I ride and I shoot quickerShould have known not to upset this lil niggaYou got a click so what nigga my click thickerA bunch of real niggaz that`ll burn yaWith no waitin` catch ya slippin then jam ya upSlangin` weight ain`t no thang for mePlay by the rulesOr shit I`ll kill yo` family, that`s what I doBust ya chest wide open and split ya fade niggaAnd them all frozen, moves from the `K niggaTurk don`t play, when it`s time to get seriousThink I`m a hoe keep it that way and stay curious[Baby]Niggaz be shoutin` one love but wearin black glovesSome niggaz 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin` for playThem niggaz shouldn`t be respected, they fakeInstead of hittin` blocks with glocks and touchin` niggaz money spotAnd breakin` bread with the woman who put em in that spotThese niggaz wanna trick they hoesAnd play with they noseInstead of totin` fo` fo`s and movin` fuckin` kilosNigga I done bought more cars than niggaz done bought pussy hoesAnd bought more rims than niggaz done fucked they main hoe in they assholes3-6 told me to roll and unloadBut nigga fuck thatI`m tryin` to stack and mackAnd that deal with Universal shoulda showed thatBut Uptown is where its atPlayboy won`t you tell me how you luv that?Won`t you tell me how you luv that?[Chorus: repeat 2X]BallersWe be on some twanky twankiesPlaya hatas get found stanky stankyTrickin fat blunts of that danky dankyBig diamond rangs on our panky panky[Juvenile]Fuck with 3-6 Mafia gon` make me millionsFuck with CMR gon` make me some more millionsI can see it, I`m a kill `emAnd build me and buildingAnd put some money to the side for my mom and my childrenRidin` with my nigga Rambezee, to the easyDrinkin` for my nigga Babyzee and B.G.eezyDucked offTinted windows on my candy apple cut dawgIt`s a classy nigga fuck yall[Juicy J]I`m representin` Northern Memphis to the fuckin` fullestWe ain`t the kind to tote a gun when there ain`t no bulletsAnd when that drama starts the strap we expect to pull itYou see a nigga holdin gauge and you wish he would haveRolled by yo` mama house and put her in a comaCuz niggaz gone on that Hennessey and marijuanaAnd now we back up in the hood on a burner phone-aIn that game slangin` came to you blood donorsIt`s on, coward[Lil Wayne]They call me quick draw 2 pistols Lil WayneChampagne took my brain I don`t think I just aimDrop tops on a Z-3Start shootin` like 3 burnersHow come them try meNever know me block burnerBetter watch for lil shorty in blackNigga get backBout to make my glock 40 click clackBrrr kill itIt`s yo LifeSpill ItPlayin` with the realestPop fire like a skilletNow nigga what the dillyHighly influenced on CristalI`m warnin` you to clear the set because it gets wildI be disguised as a mailman with a pistolThen deliver him 50 shots and take his child[DJ Paul]Punk bitch I dare ya