Текст песни Slim Thug - G-Shit
Slim Thug - G-Shit слова песни
[Slim Thug]I spit hits like a jukebox, stay thugged out like 2PacEverytime something new drop, it`s G shit not hip-hopI speak for those who rip glocks, and leave these haters lips lockedMy underground sell mo` than your, real album ship outMy underground sell mo` than your, real album ship outMy underground sell mo` than your, real album ship outSlow down or sped up, I`ll make you bob your head upHustle till you fed up, tell you stack your bread upFalling off you`ll never see, Slim got long jeopardyReal hits what you get from me, me and Watts like familyAnd I be damned if we can`t do our job, and make you bobI`m signing c.d.`s for you, your niece and your Uncle RobSaying stay down, jam everything we lay downIf I can`t drive to your town, I`ll send this shit through Greyhound(*scratching*)send this shit through Greyhoundsend this shit through GreyhoundGot boys from Kansas, hollin` bout how they jam thisFrom Germany to Japan, they can`t understand thisThis ain`t no local shit, we worldwide bitchGot Swishahouse and Boss Hogg, in your ride trickThey wanna drop like us, and stack a knot like usCan`t pay they bills with they skills, so they copy usSome trendsetters, some go-gettersUse to be down but shit, now they bootleggers(*scratching*)Now they-now they bootleggersNow they-now they bootleggersHating on my profit, digging in my pocketAnd I`ma do what it take, to make sure you stop itSee I got bills to pay, and plenty meals to makeAnd if you in my way, the AK`ll sprayI make a G a day, sometimes three a dayThat`s times 3-65, now y`all see my payThat`s last year, next year me and E album droppingSo Northside and Southside, it`s time to do some shopping