Текст песни Sheek Louch - How Many Guns
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[Verse 1]Yeah!I know how to do this, daddyI done made more trips south than Luda`s caddyI done been on the block, bust off the glockand dealt with more beef than a fucking pattySheek ain`t fuckin` wit` y`all, want nothing with y`allyou ain`t gon` rat on me, before that a whole clip will be left of easebody left somewhere in a dumpster laid on pee (can`t you see?)I`m a mothafuckin thug, you would think I`m on every drugBut I aint, just `gnac and an occasional (?), niggaMy crate out in the front wit a deuce deuce a Newport and half of my weight outWhen they dry they bring the other half of the plate outI`m so sick wit it, spit liq` wit itI got tommy guns like the ol` gangsta flicks did it, yeah![Hook]Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?Lettin off, nigga, all my guns stay on easeHow many guns?Just a few, we can do it in broad day to see the kind of work I doWho hooder than me? Who gooder than me?Lettin off, nigga, all my guns stay on easeHow many guns?Just a few,I`m quick on the trigga, I`m Sheek Louch the Guerilla, nigga[Verse 2]Woo! There`s so much tensionSheek let it off in broad day and I ain`t squinchin`Gat to my face and I ain`t flinchin`Somebody stayin` there like detentionAnd you ain`t gotta like me, homieBut just stay in yo lane and keep it to yoselfThat way everything you think can stay in yo brainNose in the `caine, but that`s yo bizIf it`s my work to be sniffin up, then next weekit`s gon` be six niggaz pickin up yo bitch-ass bodyNo chest under your suit, that ain`t cuteLoud-mouth niggaz ain`t the mute (yeah)I`m the reason for locks on the doorI`m the reason why Coast Guards is on the shoreOpen up, made Poppi have to lower his (?)Mom and Pop put a number spotter in the back of the store, (Cmon!)[Hook][Verse 3]I throw spinners on the 18-wheelerAnd pull up with a bunch of naked bitches in the D-Block trailerWho hooder than me? Who gooder than me?Sheek be on some shit like flies in a beeMy wrist so rocky I`m on and off roadsMoney dirty so I need to do a laundry loadI don`t blow up I make the whole town explodeYo boy Sheek name heavy in every zip codeSheek gets off the clutchDoin Donuts in the street, I make smoke screens without a DutchThey gon` need a gas mask for youBaby boy, I go hardI break bones like Jackass dudesHow many guns?Just a few, but you never know what you gon` get till the shell come throughBlood, sweat, and tears`Gnac and some beersYou ain`t heard no shit like this in years[Hook]