Текст песни Tru - West Coast Bad Boyz II
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[Master P talking]Ta dow, ya heard me, ughWe motherfuckin` West Coast bound motherfuckerIt`s on and bangin` down here, this the real dealGet down, y`all better believe thatWe tryin` to make a dollar out of fifteen centsToast to the best coast niggaAll bout that motherfuckin` green[Hook x2: Master P]West Coast mobbin` ta dowFrom the Bay to L.A. bad boys on a mission ta dow[Master P]It`s goin` down like Celly Cel, coppers on my coattailsGot bitches lined up from California to OakdaleMy game be like spiffin` but niggas they be like quick witBut if you wasn`t a hater nigga you`d pick up on this ghetto shitCause I be like gangsta about lifeNiggas that stay on the SouthsideI got niggas that roll true on south hideBout it in my motherfuckin` mindCause the game be wicked, spring niggas that want them chickensBut I got a four for fiveMe and my lil` brother kickin` it on the corner with G`s niggasY`all mad, haters get hadPut niggas in a body bag, y`all niggas didn`t think fastKiller, murder from the Down South to that West CoastAnd believe it they got the best coastThink I`m goin` too fast, nigga adjust to me rappin` slowOh it`s cool, niggas know duesI paid my motherfuckin` dues, I`m five hundred thousand strong foolI be sendin` to the Southside to the Westside to the EastsideTo the motherfuckin` best sideDon`t give a fuck I`m all about killer hoochie rideThey, niggas that murderThey slang ain`t no bangOut the palm tree, me and my nigga on the corner slangin` them thingsI`m that scrilla cat, I`m on a paper chase, I`m bout that money makin`Y`all better recognize No Limit motherfuckerWe runnin` this shit from the Westside to the HillMotherfucker we about that motherfuckin` scrilla, scratch, paperNigga on that chase, tryin` to get that moneyMotherfucker run up and ya get macedIndependent, black-owner TRU across my stomachMade this shit slangin` ice creamMotherfuckers that I made this off of drug money[Hook x2][Silkk the Shocker]Give me two guns Willie, quick to slap ya sillyWhile I`m smokin` my Philly, four killers behind the buildingReady to peel yaCap like a Coke ain`t no joke when I`m never ridin` soloFour-four out the door, front back side-to-side in a six-fourI bang like I slang, I slang like I bangFour killers ridin` Cut, ridin` up on ya thangsNigga, I`m not from Louisville but I be sluggin`Nigga I ain`t Pac but I be thuggin`I got something for all you busters who be muggin`I creeps when I crawl, I crawls when I creepIt`s gettin` kind of deep, Silkk keep the heat up on my seatCause most niggas lay dead in a graveyardI steal more than baseballWest Coast hustler, Richmond, California drug lord[Hook x2][Big Ed]Bang to the boogie, boogie to the got damn bangTRU be my click, West Coast bad boys be a G thangBig Ed be puttin` it down, I be hangin` em`I got more rebels down with me than Jerry TarkanianFrom Comp to Quinton picture this born to be ballin` ass niggaI mob deep but I`m straight up West Coast representin`I stay floss mode like dentalWatch me roll through, top down in ya residentialI swoop a honey, motel hotelScratches on my back cause I got more dick than VitaleMy No Limit affiliated be givin` me dapCause we got these hoes on our nuts like jock strapsPerhaps you`ve heard of this Richmond playaHo layer, infrared sprayer, in this game majorHate to see that click and they be fearin` itBut hoes see me and I bring joy like a week late periodSo nigga what`s happenin`Step to this crew and we bust cause it ain`t about rappin`It`s Big Ed from the TRU and don`t forget thatWest Coast bad boys, on a miz-ack[Hook x2][Master P talking]Ta dow, ta dow, ta dow, ta dowHa ha, motherfuckin` West Coast bad boys, Westside