Текст песни Sheek Louch f Styles P - In/Out (S.P.)
Sheek Louch f Styles P - In/Out (S.P.) слова песни
Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazyYo check the phone man, the phone was ringin beforeYo this the Ghost right here my niggaDamn I missed my nigga call, check my messagesYeah this PTo erase this message press seven, to save it press nineStyles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call youJesus Christ boy, oneYeah, D-BlockStyles P you wit me dog?Hell yeah, let`s get `em, let`s go[Sheek Louch]You get smacked with the hammer nigga play your positionOr rigamortis set in and you stay in in position[Styles P]Nigga I`ll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoesAnd you cowards can`t walk my path[SL]I don`t know nobody fuckin wit usI ain`t Jerome Bettis but if I hit you it`s gon feel like "The Bus"[SP]And you couldn`t live this life and play this roleAnd like, never part with your gun and stay this cold[SL]Yo we in the streets where it`s nothin but loveI`m them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove[SP]I`m in the hood cause I`m dedicatedIf I was you I woulda never made itI`m Holiday so I`m celebrated[SL]We don`t reminisce bitch ass, remember thatStyles verse is the only thing I`m bringin back[SP]Tell the ghetto show disciplineI said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin[Chorus x2]Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streetsTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seatsRock that shit, every corner, knock that shitNiggaz try to front on us, cock that shit[SL]I guess I`m gettin olderCause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder[SP]And nigga I`m from D-Block, I`m on 3-5-4I keep my heat cocked, and my blunt lit[SL]The mack out, take a piece of your back outRaise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak[SP]Shit I got plenty gunsAnd thugs that`ll give a nigga a hug and say they stab anyone[SL]You ain`t never seen a nigga jaw hangin from his faceSausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist[SP]Nigga I`m well connectedBy the time you hear this I`ll be in jail But I probly got two cells connected[SL]Yak in one hand, the other the lizmAnd If I push you down and wet you it`s not baptism[SP]Bitch this is mafiaIt won`t stop til they put you in the dirtWith the flowers on top of ya[Chorus][SL]Sheek goin broke is not in the plansI could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands[SP]A lot of niggaz screamin they wolf, but I`m feelin they sheepI won`t be happy til the niggaz is sleep[SL]I`ll punch a niggaz nose in, duckin and bustinCuttin and cussin, hold that you bitch ass nigga[SP]And I could make the best dieCut your throat open, pull your tongue through itThat`s a fuckin neck tie[SL]We turn bitch niggaz skin maroonPump turn niggaz voices like they hit a helium balloon[SP]If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to GodCause all yall faggot niggaz die according to Styles[SL]What nigga you could get it for freePut your money up, ain`t nobody fuckin wit Louch and P[SP]Yeah nigga that`s what`s upD-Block til the death motherfucker so our gats is up[Chorus]