Текст песни Tru - Pop Goes My Nine, слова песни Tru

Текст песни Tru - Pop Goes My Nine

Tru - Pop Goes My Nine слова песни

Chorus x2 (silkk & mo b dick)Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (tru niggas ride dirty an stay strapped)Every time I think about the times you did me wrong (pop goes the nine)Verse 1 (silkk)See me an my clickWe be hoppin outta range roverEveryday taz test,soberFightin fellon convictions, barely missin angolaOn the run, its hellFresh outta jailThats no life, carry me a nine, cops chase away the 4-5My girl ask me why I carry the nine, with the clip inI said niggas blast me if they catch a nigga slippinYall trippinYall gave my hommie 25 with a "l"But the nigga that killed my cousin, yall let that nigga out on bailSo I say, fuck thisAnd I hit the corner on the streetsKeep my nine up on the seatAnd hold my nine like a gCuz ima hustle til I fallIma have it all ballFuck them niggas I have nine up in my drawsNo time to pause, as I smash off in the dust like whatKeep my nine, cuz its the only thing I can trustAn every since ice cube said, its really been a tripId rather beJudged by 12 than be carried by 6. thats why its...Chorus x2Verse 2 (master p)Picture me rollin, rest in peace pacIm ridin in my 500 s-e-l strapped with my plastic glockMe an my bitch, we be hella tightFit in the palm of my handBut I ain t trustin a nigga tonightI aint walkin out the door unless I got my bitchMy american express, nigga, this will be itSeven-teen kids to tag alongHollow tips, black jack, call me al caponeBut Im dirty like harryI keep a 9 millimeter cuz I aint gettin buriedMy glock be special like edAll yall nigga aint strappedMight end up in the body-bag...Chorus x2Verse 3 (kane & abel)Pop, pop, goes the ruger out the lexus landcruiserBest of slow ya roll hoefore I put some holes through yaBoo-yah, my fifty calliber got niggas runnin back to africaBitch banged up my passport so Im swervin in my acuraGrabbin on my dickSmokin the shitMomma kicked me out the houseI smack that bitchNow Im skandelous and richMia-x said we got it tweekinThem niggas tweekinNo limit got some gangsta shit for the mexicans and puerto ricansNew york to l.a., miami to atlantaBlack talons from my nine got them dancing the macereaLittle kids in my hood slang dope an talk shitBy some violence, brahPass the silencer, pop that bitch...Im in my navy blue beamer suckin on weedHoldin the streetsAs we brain off that vodkaWere still in the nigga chopperGun slangin with pussy juice on my trigger fingerIts kane an abel, now who da bitch-made nigga banger...[chorus x 2][master p]Check it out playaNigga gotta protect ya motha-fuckin self fa the 9-skrillaNigga ya need to grab ya motha-fuckin nine fore ya grab ya shoesCuz nigga only got 1 life to loseAn a nigga gotta protect his own, playaNigga, live eye 4 an eye thats how tru niggas liveAn if yall real bout the situationNigga, trust no mutha-fuckin bodyLet cha mutha-fuckin gun be ya friend, niggaCuz ya enemy might be right next to you.huh, remember that playa...Pop-pop goes the nine, niggaBut tru niggas ride dirty an stay strappedAn we bout it[chorus fades]

Tru

Pop Goes My Nine

Текст песни Tru - Pop Goes My Nine

Другие песни Tru:

Похожие артисты: