Текст песни Tray Deee f Big Rocc - I Can Make You Dance
Tray Deee f Big Rocc - I Can Make You Dance слова песни
(*ad-libs*)(Chorus: Big Rocc)I can make you dance if you want me toYou bustas talking trash but ain`t making no movesWe live that Long Beach life, so we don`t give a fuckSo when you bustas ready we can crank this beat up[Tray Deee]Put your brownies in your back pocket grab your strapWe banging once again cause the West is backIt`s the Long Beach finest, king of EastsidazHard as a rock and raw as vaginasI brought Snoop back to these gangsta beatsOff the No Limit tank to the turf with heatSearch the streets, the whole city heard me speakGot flowers every hour I conserve the DSlang dope from the throat with these vocal quotesOnly loc roll these spokes blowing notes to folksI ain`t tripping, catch me hitting six tre switchesOr dipping in the coupe with a group full of womenDogghouse banging, all out sprayingStrategic position of power and no delayingCrip hop this not the average rapGet you hyped up have that ass grabbing your strapLike a G do, we who the bustas fearKilla Cali, big daddies only come from hereAs you lying, mega don living life to rollWith them hot girls with them pretty nails and toesFrom Long Beach to Crenshaw, Promona to ComptonDirty South, Midwest and why it`s poppingTony Touch only what I rap is the truthSo keep the beat bumping while I`m up in the booth(Chorus)[Tray Deee]Tracy Davis, hard as a Raider, commitment to excellenceNever leave no evidence, most of us hesitantI keep it cracking like cocaineStay doing the damn thang and let my nuts hangGlenyard walking shit talkingV-12 stomping, grip riding non stoppingMake these marck niggas fear the led more oftenSnatch niggas ice cause it`s too much flossingWe up to the crack of dawnSipping on Sattin till the Sattin all goneI smoke so much they call me Hickory DAnd fuck so tough they call me Dick-Em-Down-DI bring muscle game, cause these bustas got rainedTalk too much then a sucker got claimedI pick the game lock, and keep the thang cockedAnd shake a nigga brain like Biggie and PacKadafia the Mafia and LBCWhen I spit it homies listen to the profit in meAll black call that what the ladies respectAnd those who disrespect done lost state to the leftWhat you thought, since you heard me rapping I`m softLast thang see the flame and the gat as it coughRevelations in the making best to make your peaceCause the soldiers don`t control from the West to East(Chorus - 2x)(*ad-libs*)