Текст песни TRU f Big Ed - Anything Goes
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Chorus 2XEenie, meenie, minnie, moeYou don`t know the game `till you fuckThat`s how it goes[Master P]Young nigga tryin` to get richPosted up with this shitOn the grind tryin` to slang that muthafuckin` shitServin` the fiends the ice creamYou mean that crack[King George]Bullets can`t man tag, one time for the gatCan he make it, will he fake itFiends call him Betty Crocker[Master P]Cause he got the bacon[Big Ed]You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yahoChoppin` it up like fat, gettin` hit on that pagerCause it`s all about the skrilla, niggaPockets gettin` biggaPockets gettin` swolled, but gettin` dubbed by a gold digger[Silkk]Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp themWhatever it may be, everybody against themChorus 2X[Master P]Niggas hittin` the bass, straight playaBut you gotta watch your back for them fuckin` hatasIf I were a football player, i`d probably be Lawrence TaylorBlockin` these hatas off, be madCause they know Master P`s got it goin` manThat`s why I fuck your bitch, but she ain`t shitAnd everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dickBut you cause you lameBut like Ice Cube said, "Let`s cut out the little man"You need an ounce of this real gameIt ain`t a thang to these TRU niggas, cause we let our nuts hangI got love for you, fool you got love for meBut there`s always some sucker talkin` `bout wrong PYou need to jump off that glass dickYou look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitchYou want it cookedI got baking soda for your bitch ass, huhCause that hoe shit won`t lastChorus 2X[King George]Comin` from the Bayou, a triple by the dosageTryin` to dodge rats, but tend to find cock-roachesWe flip g`s, no good deedsDown on your knees, kidnapped by g`sForties with the clip, shit float to your foreheadKing pay dues, fuck you a dead bitchFlip pure game, like the Og`s taught meTryin` spit game when i`m talkin` on a for-tyChorus 2X[Big Ed]It`s nothin` but the G in meI have a questionBig Ed is on a funky G lessonNow, how many G`s in the house tonightAnd how many G`s spin them gold thangs tightIt`s nothin` but a G thang ba-byI gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade meNigga, cause Big Ed be like TRU to itAlways wearin` Nikes` cause I just do itGot more bounce to the ounceGet you drunk like some liquorGotta ???Cause he`s rollin` on my ???, like a weather got my actionGrabbin` on my nuts like my name was Micheal JacksonSo niggaWho ride, I ride, slide[Master P]But they can`t touch ya[Big Ed]With my TRU niggas on my side[Master P]And you know I got 5 on itBut we gotta do this one here for my dead homieChorus 2X[Silkk]A nigga tip toe through the do`You know I`m bout 6`4" plus mo`So I had to get lowAnd niggas lookin` shadyI shook some shell up in my ass, somebody olderY`all bitches better pay meYou want me to say it`s all good in my hoodWell I can`tAnd anybody that told you it is, they be lyin`Cause it ain`tI hopped in my ride, started fish tailin`Seems I caught a flat, so Silkk started 3-wheelin`Chorus 2X