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Текст (слова) песни: Big Ed - Uh Oh



[master p]

Big ed, fiend, mystikal.

You all get in, get the motherfuckin money.

And if anybody moves, huh, buck em.

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat

Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat

Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat

Where they at, where they at, get the gat

[mystikal]

When mystikal hits the door it go (door squeak)

Fifty cent they goin get ? ? ? ?

I got the things on fire let em burn

Kill everybody plus the women and the churn

Nigga huh, nigga what you goin learn

Where Im a put you bitch you aint goin return

Get it straight like your hair when you perm

Im a streak like comin from my sperm

I hope it stick like a motherfuckin fern

Bitch I make ten times what you earn

And for all you bitches concerned

A 211, a 187 goin be confirmed

[master p]

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

[fiend]

Womp womp, womp womp

Way I feel with these twin glocks, goin up when the pin drops

And all you fat hogs, chop down its a thin cop

Or feel hot, you meet my richer nigga taker

With balls on my caper and find her if you gotta maker

Braker, two one one, with my two new guns

Love to see you run, I just use your come

Gun cooked, unhooked for tryin to reach

Including my strap so I unleash the beast

I dare you preach, you got way more then me

And its just somethin I couldnt ignore you see

Better up somethin, or me and my shottie goin buck up somethin

Snuff somethin, and then night, and slowly cut somethin

[master p]

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

[big ed]

P point out the house, watch me run up in this bitch

Nigga come out that rug, dont make me bust your shit

Nigga dust your shit, hit em with cocain and dope

And after all of my shows Im gettin head from hoes

Hypnotized by the way that stripper blast

She shoots me deep in a trance

But look in my tru shit fast or Im ready to ass

Dont you make a motherfuckin sound

My pistol is pionted right between your frown

Nigga get down on the fuckin ground

With my kids gotta eat rob everybody around

Pull akickdoe (boom), breakin niggas off

Shit get shady when decks em with the sawed off

[master p]

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Its a 211, dont make it a 187

Uh oh!

See, we can do this the motherfuckin right way.

Just give me the motherfuckin money.

Nobody moves, nobody hurt.

Thats it!

Bitch, dont fuckin move, now look what you made me do.

 

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