Текст песни Young Buck f 50 Cent - Let Me In
Young Buck f 50 Cent - Let Me In слова песни
* first single; send corrections to the typist[Intro - 50 Cent]Yeah, It`s 50 Cent, Young BuckG-G-G-G-G-G-Unit![Bridge - 50 Cent]We get the club jumpin from beginnin to the endGo shorty, we back up in this bitch againWe party, harder than you can imagineYou can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win[Verse 1 - Young Buck]I feel attention when I walk in the clubG-Unit to the socks, bitches all on a thugGimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bubI don`t need security, this for .4 Nickel enoughI came to ball wit y`all, buy up the bar and allSo bitches call ya hoes, and niggaz call ya dogsIf you love ya wife keep her at home tonightShe might never come home again nigga, aightTeeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes likeRidin in Cashville and runnin all stop lightsHomie is that real, I pray I keep livinMy momma just had a dream of seein me in prisonMy daddy`s a dope feind, and I don`t really miss himAin`t seen him in 10 years and a nigga still livinThe same old two step we move to a rhythm50 holla get `em Buck, you know I`m gonna get `em, raaaaa![Chorus - Young Buck]I know you gon` let me shine and get mineI know you gon` let me in wit this nineI know you gon` let me smoke on my weedI know you gon` let me drink wit no I.DI know you gon` let me shine and get mineI know you gon` let me in wit this nineI know you gon` let me smoke on my weedI know you gon` let me drink wit no I.D[Verse 2 - Young Buck]I know I`m sinnin but I`m winnin at the same timeTake a couple shots from a nigga tryin to take mineI`m back on the block, wit a chopper and a Tech nineNiggaz shootin cops in the hood runnin stop signsG-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin what the thugs doG`s, D`s, Vice Lords, Crips and the Bloods tooMove let me come throughAin`t a pair of handcuffs, can hold meI`m ridin in the old school listenin to some oldiesMy goals keep shinin, them hoes keep cryinThe handle of my .45 outlined in diamondsJust left Cashville, bout to fly to MiamiHopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the GrammysThe reason niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly can`t stand meCause I know money will make Halle Berry come out them panties, bitch!Y`all niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in-in[Chorus][Verse 3 - Young Buck]Bet ya I can make them bounce backTeach `em how to stunt, teach em` how to counts stacks (yeah)Now where ya hood at, Buck If you want toWe fifty deep up in here whatchu gon` doWho want beef, I ain`t come for no name callinDon`t be mad cause we is and you ain`t ballinGettin money is my motto for you broke folksCan`t spend ya whole life payin on ya car notesIt`s alright if you still on the block boySee I`ma cold young thug, not a hot boyYou know I do this for the streets, and my peeps thas behind barsAs soon as they come home, I`ll go and buy them all cars, Young Buck![Chorus][Bridge]