Текст песни Yo-Yo - IBWin` Wit My CREWin`
Yo-Yo - IBWin` Wit My CREWin` слова песни
IBWC`s in the house, foolAnd Yo-Yo about to rock this muthafuckaAnd I`m sendin this out to all my homies in the west coastYo-Yo, kick that!(Come on)IBWin wit my CREWin(Come on)(Get down, get down, get down)[ VERSE 1 ]Back once again, rushin yo ass like a green lightYo-Yo`s back and puttin up another mean fightBooty still packin, crates takin care of kickin terrorTrue to the game, fakin neverYou know I`m from the Lench Mob, so I`ll scrub if I have toBeatin fools down, stompin em in the groundSee, hoes be gettin mad, tryin to step to the Yo-YoBecause they man be at em blowin kisses at my photoSee, I`ll hang yo ass by a treeGettin chopped while your neck snap at 3Scot free, a psycho`s on the loose, and if you haven`t seen meIt`s cause I wreck shit and disappear like a genieA beanie is what the girlies wear when we`re mobbinIBWin, true fuckin crewin, you threw in the towel When I started walkin the road to stylesLeavin dead bodies for miles and milesYeah, come on(Come on)IBWin wit my CREWin(Come on)(Get down, get down, get down)[ VERSE 2 ]Creepin like a tagger, got my stripes and I`m goldenPop my JVC in my deck, and now I`m rollinOh and, if you didn`t know that I be blowinDope funk tracks back to back, and they so fatDealin with a gangster man who`s got a gangster planFor those who don`t understandMy motto`s just like the lotto`s:Gotta say fuck it and make may ducatsStayin on the d-l, so when you see me later, alligatorI`ll be out a while, crocodileGettin real funky on my shit for nine-trey>From the west to the east with my homies fade awayI can rock you harder than the ave`So don`t be mad if I smash this beat through your monkey assI`m just IBWin with my crew andDoin what we doin, this is how we do itCome on(Come on)IBWin wit my CREWin(Come on)(Get down, get down, get down)[ VERSE 3 ]I cop a little beat for the Yo to come off onAnyway you ride it, you still can get your flow onSo listen while I g-o and break some niggas` egoYo-Yo be rippin shit, but you don`t hear me thoughIt`s one of those Saturdays, and we`re hanginRollin 7 deep in my homie`s station wagonLookin all faded, eyes redder than a appleStop at 7-11 cause Chenee want a snappleEyes all redded from the Thai, grab some ??? for the eyeHuh, cause everybody`s highDressed in our best K-Swiss, and yes, oh yesWith the munchies, but ain`t nobody got no munchie moneyJust headed to the mall, so we can clown like we`re doin itThey wanna know, tell em we`re IBWinJust chillin, chillin and we`re willinAnd if you didn`t know, we got that feelinUgh(Come on)IBWin wit my CREWin(Come on)IBWin wit my CREWin