Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung - I`m Bout It

V-Town in the motherfucker, situation dirty and shit
Killa, yeah
Today`s out to be recognized

Verse 1

I got that nigga for about 4 zones, had to get dirty though
Left him in his driveway soakin wet sold his 6.4
Couldn`t keep it no mo` that motherfucker was filthy
Mo` bodies done been in that trunk
than in the cemetary and the mortuary
Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank
Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last year on some dank
Shot to my brothers house and got them niggaz high
It was the Man Klan, 3 Deep, and the nigga six
we was off that chocolate thai
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
and I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain`t no tv until you see me
On Americas Most Wanted fucked up gettin snatched out my teepee
Nigga we in the back of the 69 Cut`, and it`s so foggy
Paranoia done got me on my strap and I`m a fiend for raw meat
They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high
But situation gettin filty and I gots ta have mine

Chorus 2X

With me it`s like American Express, I don`t leave home without my
Smith-n-Wesson bulletproof vest
I done dug myself a hole, now I`m trying to climb back out
Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out

Verse 2

Now it started back in SouthSide sack, I was with my momma
Drinkin` inches of the Old E, hittin chronic ever so often
Often in another world trippin`, while he was on another room stickin
My click think sick I got that 12 guage pump started trippin
Kick the door open, blood stains cops came
Quietly I had to remaintain thang, same thang
My love don`t fit you, I got that US military issue
Had to plant one in your brain, get away, if a cop plead insane
A couple of down ass top notches I used to know, had a spot
I was good for 4 days off yack and chronic and makin` a plot
Cause murder was the case, when I saw his face
Took his life, left his brains all over the pillow case
What would you be thinkin of when your momma`s yelling STOP!
My first thought was cut him in half and drag the other half to his stash

They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high but situation
real filthy and I got ta get mine

Chorus

With me it`s like American Express, I don`t leave home without my
Smith-n-Wesson Bulletproof vest,
I done dug myself a hole, now I`m trying to climb back out
Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out ( fades )

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung - I`m Bout It V-Town in the motherfucker, situation dirty and shit Killa, yeah Today`s out to be recognized Verse 1 I got that nigga for about 4 zones, had to get dirty though Left him in his driveway soakin wet sold his 6.4 Couldn`t keep it no mo` that motherfucker was filthy Mo` bodies done been in that trunk than in the cemetary and the mortuary Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last year on some dank Shot to my brothers house and got them niggaz high It was the Man Klan, 3 Deep, and the nigga six we was off that chocolate thai And all that time that 187 was on my mind Shot the man in cold blood and I knew his momma saw the drive-by Design, and there ain`t no tv until you see me On Americas Most Wanted fucked up gettin snatched out my teepee Nigga we in the back of the 69 Cut`, and it`s so foggy Paranoia done got me on my strap and I`m a fiend for raw meat They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high But situation gettin filty and I gots ta have mine Chorus 2X With me it`s like American Express, I don`t leave home without my Smith-n-Wesson bulletproof vest I done dug myself a hole, now I`m trying to climb back out Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out Verse 2 Now it started back in SouthSide sack, I was with my momma Drinkin` inches of the Old E, hittin chronic ever so often Often in another world trippin`, while he was on another room stickin My click think sick I got that 12 guage pump started trippin Kick the door open, blood stains cops came Quietly I had to remaintain thang, same thang My love don`t fit you, I got that US military issue Had to plant one in your brain, get away, if a cop plead insane A couple of down ass top notches I used to know, had a spot I was good for 4 days off yack and chronic and makin` a plot Cause murder was the case, when I saw his face Took his life, left his brains all over the pillow case What would you be thinkin of when your momma`s yelling STOP! My first thought was cut him in half and drag the other half to his stash They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high but situation real filthy and I got ta get mine Chorus With me it`s like American Express, I don`t leave home without my Smith-n-Wesson Bulletproof vest, I done dug myself a hole, now I`m trying to climb back out Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out ( fades ) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни I`m Bout It: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/19537.html Все тексты песен: Brotha Lynch Hung » Brotha Lynch Hung - One Of The Last » Brotha Lynch Hung - Catch You » Brotha Lynch Hung - One Mo Pound » Brotha Lynch Hung - Raw Edge Bullshit » Brotha Lynch Hung - 24 Deep » Brotha Lynch Hung - Legal Dope Compilation » Brotha Lynch Hung - Jackin` 4 Joints » Brotha Lynch Hung - In The Beginning » Brotha Lynch Hung - Tremendous » Brotha Lynch Hung - Liquer Sicc » Brotha Lynch Hung - Hunta Killa » Brotha Lynch Hung - Get Bacc Time » Brotha Lynch Hung - Refuce 2 Looze » Brotha Lynch Hung - Had 2 Gat Ya » Brotha Lynch Hung - EBK4 » Brotha Lynch Hung - Did It and Did It » Brotha Lynch Hung - Heatas » Brotha Lynch Hung - Dogg Market » Brotha Lynch Hung - Loaded » Brotha Lynch Hung - Trouble Рекомендуем скачать: » Елена Казанцева - Наш разговор » Евгений Исакевич - Звучат арфы » Евгений Клячкин - Ехали евреи... » Евгений Исакевич - Солдатская » Елена Решетняк - Кино » Елена Гурфинкель - Бюро находок » Елена Фролова - Что ты, рай, для меня... » Елена Казанцева - Вечер городской... Окончен шумный праздник... » Евгений Бачурин - Эксклюзивное интервью » Елена Фролова - Сказка » Ефим Ташлицкий - Коллекция мироощущений » Евгений Клячкин - Песня чуды-юды беззаконного » Е.Белоусов - Девчонка » Егор летов - Бери шинель » Евгений Бабенко - Окно » Е.Разумовская - Отпускаю отпусти » Елена Казанцева - Высокие свечи » Елена Фролова - Мандельштаму » Елена Казанцева - Было счастье у меня... » Евгений Бачурин - Благодарность
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