Текст (слова) песни: Big Tymers f Cadillac, Stone - Whatever

[Baby]
Baller Blockin`
Nigga I don`t give a fuck
When it`s on, it`s on
We got Baby, Lac and Stone
In this bitch

I`m a neighborhood superstar
I`ll cook anything from a ki of coke
To a gram of that boyd
Niggas scoring glocks
Like brand new Hot Boy Reeboks
On my blocks stepping `em up
With grams and rocks
If anything been scoring from me
It was ten a ki
I let my l`il round hustle
As long as they score for me

[Lac]
Look if I pull up on the block
Knowing the set was mine
No more hand-to-hand contact
I`m known for supplying
Since I opened up this set `chere
This how it`s gon` be
Ain`t nobody selling shit nigga
Unless it`s for me

[Baby]
All I know is crack slanging and block hanging
On the corner [in] front the store
Doing my thang
These niggas know my game
How I do my thang
Water whip I can`t do
But whole thangs I slang

[Lac]
Now I`ma pay all my foot soldiers
And tell `em stay focused
And front all the street hustlers
And keeping `em posted
That white and that blue car
We call `em the law
And the dirt that my niggas do
Is done in the dark

[Baby]
Got l`il whodie running water
And we `bout to cook these quarters
The twenty under the seat
For my son and my daughter
The water hot enough
Start cooking these quarters
These niggas want it hard
And I understand

[Lac]
If I pull up dressed in all black
With a boot in my mouth
Cause a nigga didn`t pay `Lac
And I know that he sold out
Put something in my street sweeper
And run in his house
Knock a hole up out his pa chest
And a tongue out his ma mouth

[Baby]
A ki stashed up
And I`m gettin` `em all
I got a stash put up
For the drought in the fall

[Stone]
Hot Boys vacating the pop
Talk can back shit up
The Feds call my `hood a Payday
Cuz it`s packed with nuts
Ghetto rich money stashed
In the mansions bruh
I got them kis
Ten a ki from Fresh and Atrice bruh

[Baby]
I know niggas think bad
Cause the people ride fast
I got 5 strikes
I`m going out with a blast
Cash in your life nigga
When you playing with me
I`ll give you work
Break ya off ya face B.G.

[Lac]
Cadillac`s the name I run with
So call me Seville
Push a platinum Escalade truck
With 20 inch wheels
Now the Jag you saw me driving
That`s for everyday stuntin`
Loud pipes, big rims
So you can see when I`m coming

[Baby]
I don`t give a fuck nigga
Ain`t no rules in the streets
You know money come first
The other bullshit weak
I don`t wanna hear no stories
About my cheese
You violate nigga
Your family gon` grieve

[Stone]
Headbuster Alva Stone
Ya heard me dog
And everytime ya heard my name
It was a murder involved
I just rap to clear my name
And smuggle bundles of that raw
Always rap so what you lames
Suburb and that car

[Lac]
Saratoga and I ride
I represent to the fullest
Ain`t nobody pulling strangs here
Unless that I pull it
If a nigga put a hit out
Believe that I took it
In the cost Bible murders
Was ODing and bullets

[Baby]
All i know is gun slanging and head banging
Too many disrespected
And lived to sang it
Drop change like a motherfucker
Fuck them niggas
If a nigga outta line
Motherfuck that nigga

[Stone]
Type of nigga who`ll bat a bitch
And then wait on her pa
Type of nigga who`ll do a snitch
Broad day in the park
I`m one of them niggas that don`t bring it
Still buy up the bulk
Like Rob Deniero, Rob Banks
And bang out with the law

[Lac]
Look here I come from the projects
And the ghetto streets
I`m cooking up whole thangs
`Till they hard like concrete
I fronted the O.G.s
A bag of that olzes
For niggas that don`t know
I got something whodie

[Baby]
The same ol` nigga
Just a different game
Fuck bitches, tote heat
Things never gon` change
I`m the number one stunna
Nigga, Baby`s the name
I like cooking crack
And watch how quick it come back

[Stone]
I rock a oyster-faced Roley
With the crust out bang
Ice cover the wrist whodie
Like I sprung my hand
I sport Prowlers, whips
With the T.V.s playing
Iceberg, Prada dick
Like here come the man

[Baby]
I`ll pull up at Washington [and] Six
In a six
I`ll slide out quick
Bet I could fuck any bitch

[Lac]
I push a lavender Porsche Carerra
Seat sprayed leather
The top goes off and on
To floss with the rainy weather
The seats they ain`t customized
They made by Ricarro

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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: Big Tymers f Cadillac, Stone - Whatever [Baby] Baller Blockin` Nigga I don`t give a fuck When it`s on, it`s on We got Baby, Lac and Stone In this bitch I`m a neighborhood superstar I`ll cook anything from a ki of coke To a gram of that boyd Niggas scoring glocks Like brand new Hot Boy Reeboks On my blocks stepping `em up With grams and rocks If anything been scoring from me It was ten a ki I let my l`il round hustle As long as they score for me [Lac] Look if I pull up on the block Knowing the set was mine No more hand-to-hand contact I`m known for supplying Since I opened up this set `chere This how it`s gon` be Ain`t nobody selling shit nigga Unless it`s for me [Baby] All I know is crack slanging and block hanging On the corner [in] front the store Doing my thang These niggas know my game How I do my thang Water whip I can`t do But whole thangs I slang [Lac] Now I`ma pay all my foot soldiers And tell `em stay focused And front all the street hustlers And keeping `em posted That white and that blue car We call `em the law And the dirt that my niggas do Is done in the dark [Baby] Got l`il whodie running water And we `bout to cook these quarters The twenty under the seat For my son and my daughter The water hot enough Start cooking these quarters These niggas want it hard And I understand [Lac] If I pull up dressed in all black With a boot in my mouth Cause a nigga didn`t pay `Lac And I know that he sold out Put something in my street sweeper And run in his house Knock a hole up out his pa chest And a tongue out his ma mouth [Baby] A ki stashed up And I`m gettin` `em all I got a stash put up For the drought in the fall [Stone] Hot Boys vacating the pop Talk can back shit up The Feds call my `hood a Payday Cuz it`s packed with nuts Ghetto rich money stashed In the mansions bruh I got them kis Ten a ki from Fresh and Atrice bruh [Baby] I know niggas think bad Cause the people ride fast I got 5 strikes I`m going out with a blast Cash in your life nigga When you playing with me I`ll give you work Break ya off ya face B.G. [Lac] Cadillac`s the name I run with So call me Seville Push a platinum Escalade truck With 20 inch wheels Now the Jag you saw me driving That`s for everyday stuntin` Loud pipes, big rims So you can see when I`m coming [Baby] I don`t give a fuck nigga Ain`t no rules in the streets You know money come first The other bullshit weak I don`t wanna hear no stories About my cheese You violate nigga Your family gon` grieve [Stone] Headbuster Alva Stone Ya heard me dog And everytime ya heard my name It was a murder involved I just rap to clear my name And smuggle bundles of that raw Always rap so what you lames Suburb and that car [Lac] Saratoga and I ride I represent to the fullest Ain`t nobody pulling strangs here Unless that I pull it If a nigga put a hit out Believe that I took it In the cost Bible murders Was ODing and bullets [Baby] All i know is gun slanging and head banging Too many disrespected And lived to sang it Drop change like a motherfucker Fuck them niggas If a nigga outta line Motherfuck that nigga [Stone] Type of nigga who`ll bat a bitch And then wait on her pa Type of nigga who`ll do a snitch Broad day in the park I`m one of them niggas that don`t bring it Still buy up the bulk Like Rob Deniero, Rob Banks And bang out with the law [Lac] Look here I come from the projects And the ghetto streets I`m cooking up whole thangs `Till they hard like concrete I fronted the O.G.s A bag of that olzes For niggas that don`t know I got something whodie [Baby] The same ol` nigga Just a different game Fuck bitches, tote heat Things never gon` change I`m the number one stunna Nigga, Baby`s the name I like cooking crack And watch how quick it come back [Stone] I rock a oyster-faced Roley With the crust out bang Ice cover the wrist whodie Like I sprung my hand I sport Prowlers, whips With the T.V.s playing Iceberg, Prada dick Like here come the man [Baby] I`ll pull up at Washington [and] Six In a six I`ll slide out quick Bet I could fuck any bitch [Lac] I push a lavender Porsche Carerra Seat sprayed leather The top goes off and on To floss with the rainy weather The seats they ain`t customized They made by Ricarro Нравится песня? 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