Текст песни U.N.L.V. f B.G. - Pocket Full of Furl
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Where the furl nigga? Where the earl nigga? Gonna get ya fuckin` mind right. Tell me where the furl nigga. Where the furl nigga? Gonna get ya fuckin` mind right. Where the furl nigga? Where the furl nigga?Chorus:I got a pocket full of furl! (Hello!) So won`t you go and get the earl!! (Hello!)I got a pocket full of furl! (Hello!) And I`m gon` send you in that world.I don`t give a fuck who you beYou ain`t finna sell no fuckin` furl in that 1-2-3You can be Tony Montana in this bitch with a boatload of furl nigga you still ain`t sellin` shitStart robbin` niggas back in 1993 and if you come on my setThen nigga ya gots to face me6 slugs strong comin` straight from that 3I`m gettin` you full of that, boyNigga I know you know me.ChorusBitch peep me out I`m on the set pushin` that boatListenin` to a nida cuz that bitch brings me joyNigga walked up said he was sick and needed a hitAnd so I tooked the 14 fuck the 6 I can`t sweat itThe seater push my shit cuz I`m tryin` to make a millNo time to chill because I gotta pay my billsAnd slippin` in the game, (mm mm)I ain`t havin` itThat`s why (when I`m on the set I`m always packin` my gat nigga)In case a nigga try to nut up, get bucked up And run up and jump upI have to leave ya fucked upI know my furl be fuckin` with yo` mindCuz it`s that torture and your makin` lines(3 whole lines)I got that fire, so won`t ya come and buy a Bag of that hello, downtown niggas door to doorChorusB.G.:Gimme that boy, gimme that dope, I`m bout to go in that worldGet on the mic, buy big roofers, get a bag of that furlIt`s my money so I bought itMy nose, so I snortedI tried it the first time and you know I got retartedI was spooked as the fuck Thought that I was in a mazeThat nasty raw had a B.G. like me feelin` dazedI went inside draggin` that monkey on meMy momma dis-owned meThat furl owned me????????I was on that fuckin` b and it had me real lazyNow that B.G. graduated got me feelin` real crazyI started scratchin` and scratchin`Started itchin` and itchin` Pullin` my trigger till it`s clickin` if a nigga start bitchinI got a habit got me trippin`Gat right beside meDope got me wanted for 3 armed robberiesFuck, I`m trappedI need a shoulder to lean15 (what you is?)A strung out dope fiendTec-9:Motherfucker you touch my bag, then nigga you bought that bagNiggas leanin` to catch the habit but I just can`t have itAlthough I fly all night and serve `em properThe money hungry crimp stopperThat fuckin` ???Nigga hit me with that 580If I`m busy I`ma send you to grab my old ladyStationary nigga I ain`t playin` on the realThat same torture that brought ya to that other level took a ride bout yaAnd stopped them water ????Same dope man look hereWho would ever thought that dope would take a nigga underSometimes I wonder why all these niggas around meCould it be they want a bag of that capital T-E-CGoddamn, what a nigga will do for a programWho I am, the motherfuckin` dope manFor sure fall, don`t make me go and get my four four bulldogBecause you know I`m gonna act a fuckin` peer hogI got grams, half a gram, bundles and them whole thangsI`m all about that 11 5 manChorusYella:Just gots to pack it, I`m in the back of the cabbyReadin Dear AbbyLike a cool John Dillinger up in the 90`sShots open I got just whats the fuck you needAll you snorters and you shooters come and see meI`m on the block with the raw like you never sawI got a pouch full of shells from my sawed offHit you in ya habit daddyI`m goin` all the way outYou heard we gots the fire now you startin` to bad mouthBut we`s a click that won`t quitGot ya bitches sickYa got a bag from the fella now ya fullThe fuck I`m never puttin` over a half up on my productNow you can look if you deal with meStay real with meAnd I just might throw you a extra bagIssue out some samples, they runnin` like Earl CampbellIf you fall short I gots to make you out of an exampleYou bitch you (you bitch you)And we gots that furlChorus