Текст (слова) песни: Black Menace f Insane, Mr. Terror - Mo` Drama

(J-Dawg)
Yo Menace Entertainment...nigga what?
Black Menace puttin` it down like this to the hoes:

Chorus (Threat & some uncredited female):

Now what you bout, shoppin` sprees?
(Yes in-fuckin`-deed)
Benz and Navigator keys?
(Yes in-fuckin`-deed)
A bank account with fifty G`s?
(Yes in-fuckin`-deed)
Well tell your girl you gone holla, cuz me and you we bout to leave,
Now what you bout, shoppin` sprees?
(Yes in-fuckin`-deed)
Benz and Navigator keys?
(Yes in-fuckin`-deed)
A bank account with fifty G`s?
(Yes in-fuckin`-deed)
Well tell your girl you gone holla, cuz me and you we bout to leave

(J-Dawg)
The way I see it, look the two of us could mash as a team,
Can`t let you pass, look, what`cha doin` with all that ass in them jeans?
I made ya smile, but`cha still walkin`,
You in a rush? I like ya style, that`s why I`m still talkin`,
Plus I`m tryin` to cut, wouldn`t be a man if I ain`t tell ya that,
Fuck who you with you need to get with this instead of that,
Now holla back,
You need a man, who could put a lot of money in your purse,
It ain`t no thang and if I got it, look I`m comin` to church,
And praise the Lord wit`cha,
Raise your lil` boy wit`cha,
Introducin` you to the softer side, of a hard nigga,
Gaze at the stars wit`cha while we`re sexin` under the moon,
What`cha want? Candy? Flowers? Or a couple balloons?
I`ll tell ya what Baby let`s take a ride,
I gotta woman, but I`m selfish I`ma make you mine,
I`ma take my time and do it right until you`re spoiled rotten,
Or bring your Baby by your Mama and then we gone shoppin`,
I got`cha rockin` knickerbockers in the summertime,
I`m lovin` how you smell in Chanel number nine,
Seek and you find what you been missin` Boo I`m all you need,
I`m kinda tired if you wanna ride then you can take the keys
(Yes indeed)

Chorus

(Insane)
I`m lil` Frankie gotta get my bankie, smoke a stankie with Mitch,
And you need to know with a fifth of dope, we`ll stick our dick in a bitch,
And she be lovin` the shit confessin` how lil` Frankie done done her,
Her Mama bust in the room and I`m fuckin` her right in front her,
Bust a nut right in front her, I lit up a blunt right in front her,
Looked at my bitch and told her "You want some more?" right in front her,
She lovin` the way I done her, reppin` in front her friends,
Talkin` bout how I fucked and how I could fuck her again,
Waitin` to spin the bin with a thug nigga from the South,
Soon as she see the dick she start doin` tricks with her mouth,
You know what I`m talkin` bout, yeah I spent some lil` change on her,
I ain`t no fuckin` stunter I ain`t puttin` no rings on her,
Puttin` no chain on her, buyin` a car or nothin`,
Get her some tennis shoes and a skirt and I`m fuckin` somethin`,
Lil` Frankie bout pluckin` somethin` anytime I get the chance,
Started off in the club with a dance, now I`m in the pants,
Boo what`cha bout?

Chorus

(Mr. Terror)
I ain`t no major-made nigga, but I`m top of the line,
Sharp as a razor blade nigga, I`m blockin` your shine?
Boo I`ve been watchin` from the line and saw you talkin` to him,
But how you plan on gettin` home? What? You walkin` with him?
I`m stalkin` ya slim, and down to spend a few G`s wit`cha,
She said "You five oh bitch, you lyin`, you ran that shit on my sister",
I need a place where I can whisper, let`s go holla outside,
Take this fifth and get two drinks, and follow to the ride,
Caught her walkin` out the door, but shot my piece for the rum,
Here`s a deposit on that pussy, get the other G when you`re done,
Got another G for my big son, and drove in his cutlass,
With no A/C and one front seat, and told lil` Wootay I`m thuggin`,
She ain`t buggin`, sat on the crate, and then we mashed to the `tele,
Fucked her face, beat up the pussy, then I splashed on her belly,
Scored my loot, backed up the place goin` ten dollars a cut,
And found another bitch to holler before you ever wake up,
Boo what`cha bout?

Bridge One (Threat & Uncredited Girl):

(Girl)

Girl, I`m tellin` you,
If one more of these muthafuckas come up to me,
Talkin` bout what the FUCK they can do for me,
Girl look....

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I made ya smile, but`cha still walkin`, You in a rush? I like ya style, that`s why I`m still talkin`, Plus I`m tryin` to cut, wouldn`t be a man if I ain`t tell ya that, Fuck who you with you need to get with this instead of that, Now holla back, You need a man, who could put a lot of money in your purse, It ain`t no thang and if I got it, look I`m comin` to church, And praise the Lord wit`cha, Raise your lil` boy wit`cha, Introducin` you to the softer side, of a hard nigga, Gaze at the stars wit`cha while we`re sexin` under the moon, What`cha want? Candy? Flowers? Or a couple balloons? I`ll tell ya what Baby let`s take a ride, I gotta woman, but I`m selfish I`ma make you mine, I`ma take my time and do it right until you`re spoiled rotten, Or bring your Baby by your Mama and then we gone shoppin`, I got`cha rockin` knickerbockers in the summertime, I`m lovin` how you smell in Chanel number nine, Seek and you find what you been missin` Boo I`m all you need, I`m kinda tired if you wanna ride then you can take the keys (Yes indeed) Chorus (Insane) I`m lil` Frankie gotta get my bankie, smoke a stankie with Mitch, And you need to know with a fifth of dope, we`ll stick our dick in a bitch, And she be lovin` the shit confessin` how lil` Frankie done done her, Her Mama bust in the room and I`m fuckin` her right in front her, Bust a nut right in front her, I lit up a blunt right in front her, Looked at my bitch and told her "You want some more?" right in front her, She lovin` the way I done her, reppin` in front her friends, Talkin` bout how I fucked and how I could fuck her again, Waitin` to spin the bin with a thug nigga from the South, Soon as she see the dick she start doin` tricks with her mouth, You know what I`m talkin` bout, yeah I spent some lil` change on her, I ain`t no fuckin` stunter I ain`t puttin` no rings on her, Puttin` no chain on her, buyin` a car or nothin`, Get her some tennis shoes and a skirt and I`m fuckin` somethin`, Lil` Frankie bout pluckin` somethin` anytime I get the chance, Started off in the club with a dance, now I`m in the pants, Boo what`cha bout? Chorus (Mr. Terror) I ain`t no major-made nigga, but I`m top of the line, Sharp as a razor blade nigga, I`m blockin` your shine? Boo I`ve been watchin` from the line and saw you talkin` to him, But how you plan on gettin` home? What? You walkin` with him? I`m stalkin` ya slim, and down to spend a few G`s wit`cha, She said "You five oh bitch, you lyin`, you ran that shit on my sister", I need a place where I can whisper, let`s go holla outside, Take this fifth and get two drinks, and follow to the ride, Caught her walkin` out the door, but shot my piece for the rum, Here`s a deposit on that pussy, get the other G when you`re done, Got another G for my big son, and drove in his cutlass, With no A/C and one front seat, and told lil` Wootay I`m thuggin`, She ain`t buggin`, sat on the crate, and then we mashed to the `tele, Fucked her face, beat up the pussy, then I splashed on her belly, Scored my loot, backed up the place goin` ten dollars a cut, And found another bitch to holler before you ever wake up, Boo what`cha bout? Bridge One (Threat & Uncredited Girl): (Girl) Girl, I`m tellin` you, If one more of these muthafuckas come up to me, Talkin` bout what the FUCK they can do for me, Girl look.... Нравится песня? 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