Текст (слова) песни: Buckshot - Ladies N Gentlemen

[Intro]
Party people in the place to be
Party people in the place to be
Party people in the place to be
Ladies N Gentlemen, he`s BDB
A.K.A. you host for the evening
By your people, he believin in fake MC`s

[Buckshot]
A lot of y`all, think you know it all
Want me to fall, but y`all the same niggas at the party on the wall
Askin shorty to dance, do she wanna groove, no chance
She fuckin wit Buck, I`m on the move, you understand
Stupid, wise up and get intelligent
See that hardcore speakin is irrelevant
Teachin, when I`m on the streets and
When I`m at a show I see my niggas is defeatin
The purpose, no longer am I nervous
I told you, you shittin on me, I`m comin back to blow you
When I do this, don`t act like it`s a shock to you
If I shock you when you bow down, say true
Now you can say you knew you was fuckin wit the general
But generally speakin, I didn`t even know you
But I knew your kind, I dealt wit the same mind
Saw the same plan, ended at the same time

[Chorus]
Party people in the place to be
Party people in the place to be
Party people in the place to be
Ladies N Gentlemen, he`s BDB
A.K.A. you host for the evening
By your people, he believin in fake MC`s
Buck got plenty extra greevin, breathin
You know that I shall proceed

[Buckshot]
I can`t wait to get rid of y`all Captain Crunch niggas on the mic
One hit wonders, scared of the under, I`mma bring the light
To make ya niggas come out of the closet
You might have to see me in the party, watch it
I set the flame, see usually the aim is
To burn down the cane field, must remain real
Keep the stainless steel
Bulletproofs the proof that the streets is real
Two shots to the belly, now the body feel ill
I will take ya niggas right above the hill
And everybody got the skill, one spliff
Two, three, four spliffs, and make ya ball out
Everybody call out, it`s the black, that make you lay back in the cut
And ask "What the fuck is that?" nigga chill, relax

[Chorus]

[Buckshot]
I bomb first, leavin no time for you to rehearse
When you hear the gunshots, nigga disperse
Shit gets worse if you persist, and tryin to diss, son, imagine this
The vocalist, every time I told you this
You told me that you knew in that I owned you this
What owned you this? My niggas be retaliate
Had to make an example of niggas and demonstrate
How we don`t fuck around wit y`all
We might bring the pound for y`all, bust a round at ya
Police put the shell up in the jar, for the evidence
Kid, ever since I was fifteen, I was liftin
Big clips and magazines, readin them and heatin them
Put them in the bottom for the enemy to plead son shot him
Got him cuz he want to be the talker and the big spender
Until he got hit, bump the fender
Now he`s misdemeanor minded, always caught up in some petty shit
Til he got wit BD, now he ready, kid

[Chorus]

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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: Buckshot - Ladies N Gentlemen [Intro] Party people in the place to be Party people in the place to be Party people in the place to be Ladies N Gentlemen, he`s BDB A.K.A. you host for the evening By your people, he believin in fake MC`s [Buckshot] A lot of y`all, think you know it all Want me to fall, but y`all the same niggas at the party on the wall Askin shorty to dance, do she wanna groove, no chance She fuckin wit Buck, I`m on the move, you understand Stupid, wise up and get intelligent See that hardcore speakin is irrelevant Teachin, when I`m on the streets and When I`m at a show I see my niggas is defeatin The purpose, no longer am I nervous I told you, you shittin on me, I`m comin back to blow you When I do this, don`t act like it`s a shock to you If I shock you when you bow down, say true Now you can say you knew you was fuckin wit the general But generally speakin, I didn`t even know you But I knew your kind, I dealt wit the same mind Saw the same plan, ended at the same time [Chorus] Party people in the place to be Party people in the place to be Party people in the place to be Ladies N Gentlemen, he`s BDB A.K.A. you host for the evening By your people, he believin in fake MC`s Buck got plenty extra greevin, breathin You know that I shall proceed [Buckshot] I can`t wait to get rid of y`all Captain Crunch niggas on the mic One hit wonders, scared of the under, I`mma bring the light To make ya niggas come out of the closet You might have to see me in the party, watch it I set the flame, see usually the aim is To burn down the cane field, must remain real Keep the stainless steel Bulletproofs the proof that the streets is real Two shots to the belly, now the body feel ill I will take ya niggas right above the hill And everybody got the skill, one spliff Two, three, four spliffs, and make ya ball out Everybody call out, it`s the black, that make you lay back in the cut And ask "What the fuck is that?" nigga chill, relax [Chorus] [Buckshot] I bomb first, leavin no time for you to rehearse When you hear the gunshots, nigga disperse Shit gets worse if you persist, and tryin to diss, son, imagine this The vocalist, every time I told you this You told me that you knew in that I owned you this What owned you this? My niggas be retaliate Had to make an example of niggas and demonstrate How we don`t fuck around wit y`all We might bring the pound for y`all, bust a round at ya Police put the shell up in the jar, for the evidence Kid, ever since I was fifteen, I was liftin Big clips and magazines, readin them and heatin them Put them in the bottom for the enemy to plead son shot him Got him cuz he want to be the talker and the big spender Until he got hit, bump the fender Now he`s misdemeanor minded, always caught up in some petty shit Til he got wit BD, now he ready, kid [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Ladies N Gentlemen: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/26581.html Все тексты песен: Buckshot » Buckshot - Heavy Weighters » Buckshot - Ladies N Gentlemen » Buckshot - Ill Be Damned » Buckshot - Take Your Time » Buckshot - Glide With Me » Buckshot - Follow With Pride » Buckshot - Take It to The Streets » Buckshot - The BDI Thug » Buckshot - Final Words » Buckshot - Trapped » Buckshot - Breath Control » Buckshot - I`ll Be Damned » Buckshot - Feel It » Buckshot - Boom Bye Bye » Buckshot - My Bitches and My Niggaz Рекомендуем скачать: » Владимир Высоцкий - Погоня » Владимир Каденко - Владимирская горка » Владимир Высоцкий - Запись в книге почетных гостей ледового дворца Северодонецка » Вера Вотинцева - Я приучаюсь бегать вниз по лесенке метро... » Владимир Высоцкий - Если б водка была на одного... » Вадим Артюшкевич - Колыбельная » Валерий Меладзе - Девушке из высшего общества » Василий Ситдиков - Пора, мой друг, забыть покой... » Владимир Городзейский - Я мир хочу познать своим умом... » Воскресенье, Константин Никольский - Лето » Витас - Опера №2 » Валерий Леонтьев - Помолись, дружок » Владимир Высоцкий - В темноте » Владимир Каденко - Сонет в опаздывающем поезде » Всеслав Дьяконов - Тост за праздничным столом » Владимир Шандриков - Соленые рубашки » Валерий Сыскин - Тридцатилетие » Владимир Оксиковский - Гоголь в Риме » Владимир Асимов - Лодка » Владимир Борзов - Возвращение
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