Текст песни Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child - Jiggy Comin
Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child - Jiggy Comin слова песни
*phone rings twice*Hello?(arabic voice) You have a collect call phone call In a New York state correctional facility Press five five to accept, or hang up to declineVerse One:Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck ya`ll feelWe keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steelLet them caps peel, one by one And laugh while the nig runHe shoulda been packin his gun, now he goneCuz he got slippin like an old bitchin the wet staircase shaft, now watch his man snitchto tha police, but them no worry me sonI ain`t trying to get back it`d be my third felonyPataki he want to see us, criminals fryin the electric chair, but my spirit will never dieA true project nigga, I won`t hesitateto pull the BLAOW, peace to all busy niggazOne love y`all stay safeAnd fuck you, Officer Brown, peace to that nigga CaseChorus: repeat 4XWhOO WhOOJiggy comin, fuck tha police y`all, cuz I ain`t runninVerse Two:All ya`ll police can suck my diiiiiiickand Mayor Gulliani, that cracker boy full of shitI represent, for all my niggaz doing timeAnd those who got beat up and killed by the swineBeo-tches, them porks, beotchThem think them bad, cuz they carry, glocks and badgesAnd when I`m pimpin in my green AcuraThey pull me over, like I stole it from some niggaBut all my paperwork is legitRegistered insured in my name, so ya`ll pigs can shitPolice be cockin me like I`m some dime piecea G from the street so I can never turn beastChorusVerse Three:There`s crooked cops, that`s why they get shot by tha minuteIf you were criminal and you ready to represent, kidblaow, that`s how I like it, word is bondMy hair ain`t blonde my eyes ain`t blue so now I`m dead booIt`s on like this is war, all my brothers in the hoodI gots fam that`s constant understand I wish they wouldbut it`s all good, peace to my niggaz locked in jailBushy Kam, Killa Kane, Fogey Foo, and AleDown Low Wrecka and Junior be on stormKeep your headz up, and keep it real cuz you know I`m gonnaAnd for my niggaz doin six monthsI see yo ass next summer, word upChorus