Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Gunclaps
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Chorus x3Gunclaps, we hear the gunclapsThe rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps(Juicy J)5 A-M in the mornin`Nigga heard them tones pumpin` like a thousand-five cannonsNigga gettin` it onPeep out the window, I was solo flashin`in the streetsCaught by copsI`m tell them bring some extra tape and plenty sheetsRight they ass chevy drove by bout` seventy shotgunsLoaded for your rollerPut em` straight to sleepHollow points hit my fuckin` windowMake you think your throughLike it`s the forth of JulyWith them niggas spookI wish the folks would hurry upI cock my gun back with my thumbNigga rowdy rowdy like it`s North Memphis, VietnamAs I gotta check to take a look and then fired backI realized I was out numberedIn a deadly trap(Scarecrow)Three 6 Mafia, Prophet Posse, Killa KazeWith the shottiesLeave your chest cavityStoppin` at the autopsyI slaughterAnd I can`t help but notice all your painWhen the monsters got that Clappin`, Clappin`, Clappin`On them thangs manWe hear the gunshotsNigga bang diggy dankGot a shank full of thangsAnd it is kind of insaneI Scarecrow with mystical stylesNiggas are getting buck wildLook at my dirty foulsBodies are stacked up by poundsYou wanna fuck with me playerFirst you must say a lil` prayerAsk the nigga over thereYeah, that be my preacher thereNiggas are all actin` (??)Grow up actin` now fightInfamous buckin` all nightBurnin` em` after a lightChorus x2(Crunchy Blac)Slip, slide come and take a rideTo my fuckin` stash pileNigga you can`t hideIt`s a mug Crunchy got a tugStuff a nigga in my trunk Told ya`ll niggas whatCrunchy ain`t no fuckin` whoreGet down on that floorBitch I want more (more)Bitch now give me moreGive me chocolate chunk bitch, I bitch I kill you moreThey pay, that pay that fiveNow bitch I want some moreAll I wanna feelIs some motherfuckin` rainLet it rain motherfucker, let it rain (gon` let it rain)See you inside by the game that I spitNever ever in your lifeCan you ever get with this(DJ Paul)Hey yo kemosabeI got hoes smokin` weed up in the lobbyCocaine fills my body, like gottiHottyWhere the keys to room 2-10I got thugs with price tage bout` to get inWe heard it`s goin` down, tricks about 2 milFeel, the fuckin` Prophet Posse get ya killedNigga, we got 40 cals` to your faceNa`ad meanThree 6 leave no fuckin` traceIt takes more gunshots for these boys to save yaMe and Crunchy chunk ya` over like white with a razorSeveral automatics in a BlazerBefore we bump you offGive me that plate and the lazerChorus...till fade