Текст песни Spice 1 f EA-SKI - Now What
Spice 1 f EA-SKI - Now What слова песни
(Spice 1)Yeah nigga...Bossalini, Fetty Chico, ShizniltyIn this muthafucka with EA-Ski K niggaI got my muthafuckin EA-Ski K niggaYeah...We ain`t did shit for years but here it is you punk muthafuckaYou thought we wouldn`t gon do it bitchBlooaw..!!(Spice 1)It`s like the NFLBut I don`t rush the quarterback I rush the whole thang backAnd I pick up another sackFace-maskin muthafuckas but the mask we gon wear is blackAnd when I touch down my team pick me up in a cadillacNigga how you love that?Where the bud at?Suckers never could hold a thug backSpittin drug rapsMe and Ski we got the blood batchNow what batch (=bitch)Niggas out there who doubt us they can suck dack (=dick)I bust caps, snaps niggas and head backOpen the bottle of cognac, lookin for ?? and phone tapsBossalini you can`t see me, niggas need to go with thatI get high and blow up with my mind landsAnd land mines right between your muthafuckin eyesIn these sins of timeExtra ordinary, far from your averageI`m puttin extras on it, extra manage, extra savage, extra G`sGet your money on M.O.B.That`s money over bitches cause they breathe envy(Chorus)Now what?Some niggas say we ain`t doin way too muchBut Spice 1 and Mr.Ski hooked the fuck back upNow what?Some niggas say it`s time to bring the painSo we came to put our muthafuckin dick in the game(EA-SKI)I cut loosin these fuckin ho`sBitches get shooked when I hook up with my dawgIt`s like that niggaWe`re tryin to get phat and that`s allI got my muthafuckin mind on itI`m bout to put my hands on itLook out for your spot when I lands on itKeepin it gangsta, 24-some all day shitWe`re bringin it bitch, claimin it on this ol` Bay shitI got my heat locked and I cocked itI gotta keep these fuckin big nuts in my pocketLook out for this muthafuckin hot glock when I drop itPop it, yes I willYou ain`t got shit that can stop it when it`s bout to killTryin to make my cash flowStay out my path when I rollTryin to ask shit to make my man swollGet chicked on, nigga we ain`t gon fuckin around, we call to ball (that`s right)Out here doin this shit, puttin it down like a waterfallBig dog tryin to catch one, get in my way catch oneTo the gut muthafucka, now what muthafucka(Chorus)Artist, producer, the nigga that`ll bring the heatAnd make these bitches bowEven these all-in rappers can`t fuck with my styleI hit these niggas with that Mr.Ski shitIt seperates me from that fake gangsta shitNigga I blast, musically, vocally I`m unfadeable...A earthquake...?Fuck that, I hit niggas with tornados and brake `em downShake `em down, lay `em face downGive me mine or I`ma empty out these roundsNow what?(Spice 1)Extra clips, extra funds, extra cash, extra gunsThis is the new millenium, many niggas packs milli gunsTrigger gots no heart, we still dump `em in ditchesAnd we can soew up your spotWe leave your shit up in stitchesSee this is the type of shit that hater niggas dreamSuckers wave their eyebrows, bitches turn they headLookin at us, sayin "Damn! Mr.Ski & Fetty Chico"I wonder if they goin to the studio, can we go?(Chorus)(EA-SKI)So now it`s upSo now it`s upNow what nigga...?Tell me...Somebody better talk to me...I don`t hear nuthin...Are you stuck...?You didn`t think this would happen, not...?You`se a bitch made niggaYeah, you`re sittin up there pissed with your eyebrows down...Punk..!!Hahahaha...We`re doin it like this everyday all day 2KSpice WeezieMr.SkeezieC-M-TeezieI-M-GeezieI`m out this bitch