Текст (слова) песни: Criminalz - Puttin in Work

[Verse One - Jayo Felony]
This that one hit it quit it shit, fuck it forget a bitch
These busters claimin they hard but they be rollin wit a snitch
They got this bullshit case on me and they thinkin it`ll stick
I ain`t sweatin that lil shit, give these bitches a lil dick
I keep ridin and mashin, stompin in the West Coast fashion
You the one to be the first get yo head bashed in
We stay smashin nigga only beleivin is achievin
So whatever we set out to do it`s gon work this evening
I`m a rider homie whether I`m drunk, high or sober
The wait is over, now watch a nigga get nasty as King Cobra
And I heard your freaky bitch was a monster on the dick
She wanna find out if she can put her whole tonsils on the dick
Loc on and yolk on it but don`t choke on it
Niggas got her spendin all their ends and goin broke on it
Tell these hoes listen bitch we ain`t gotta please you
Cuz we puttin in work, doin shit that G`s do and it`s true

[Chorus]
I ain`t livin my life to please you
I`m puttin in work the shit that G`s do
I`m out doin dirt to niggas I need to
I`m gettin my money on, collectin my revenues [x2]

[Verse Two - Celly Cel]
Back up, back up nigga what the fuck you doin?
I`m throwin elbows in this mutha fucka tryin to ruin
Your whole career, when I`m twisted up eight hundred beer
Jump in the mob car and steer, heart pumpin no fear
You niggas don`t know me, watch out `for I pop out with this glock out
Clearin yo block out, got all these niggas wishin they got out
The game, `for I shot out everything in the parking lot out
Got em snitchin and tellin em there`s APV`s on every cop out
Now it`s hot out, they still can`t stop me from gettin my paper
I got hide outs, these bitches is out here catchin the vapors
Flee the scene, they shoulda told you that Celly was crazy
Got em pushin up daisies now I`m layin low with baby
Spyin on the under, wonderin what`s gon happen next
Money, murder and sex got me sleepin with a tech
No respect so I took it early in the game
No money til I came up on them birdies, mayn

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse Three - Spice 1]
Got me fucked up baby see I can`t play with the game
This nigga`s speakin up on my casket, talkin bad on my name
Don`t get it twisted it`s all love but this gangsta shit is real
Niggas get caught up in the drama and end up killed
But I can`t have that shit, I ain`t tryin to see no coffin
That`s why I stay focused on hatin ass niggas often
Hennesy got me seeing enemies in threes
So I`m bustin at the one in the middle and please beleive
It ain`t no hesitation, never no glitch in my matrix
I stay on point, ready to dump, hit niggas up in they faces
Wit 4-4 slugs! Blowin niggas up out they Lugz
Switch to the bucket and smash off to mo thug
Baby, my life ain`t got no price on it
600 for the vest, a G for the chopper wit a knife on it
So welcome to the ghetto mutha fucka
To them niggas that think that they can`t be touched well I`ma touch ya

[Chorus x 4]

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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: Criminalz - Puttin in Work [Verse One - Jayo Felony] This that one hit it quit it shit, fuck it forget a bitch These busters claimin they hard but they be rollin wit a snitch They got this bullshit case on me and they thinkin it`ll stick I ain`t sweatin that lil shit, give these bitches a lil dick I keep ridin and mashin, stompin in the West Coast fashion You the one to be the first get yo head bashed in We stay smashin nigga only beleivin is achievin So whatever we set out to do it`s gon work this evening I`m a rider homie whether I`m drunk, high or sober The wait is over, now watch a nigga get nasty as King Cobra And I heard your freaky bitch was a monster on the dick She wanna find out if she can put her whole tonsils on the dick Loc on and yolk on it but don`t choke on it Niggas got her spendin all their ends and goin broke on it Tell these hoes listen bitch we ain`t gotta please you Cuz we puttin in work, doin shit that G`s do and it`s true [Chorus] I ain`t livin my life to please you I`m puttin in work the shit that G`s do I`m out doin dirt to niggas I need to I`m gettin my money on, collectin my revenues [x2] [Verse Two - Celly Cel] Back up, back up nigga what the fuck you doin? I`m throwin elbows in this mutha fucka tryin to ruin Your whole career, when I`m twisted up eight hundred beer Jump in the mob car and steer, heart pumpin no fear You niggas don`t know me, watch out `for I pop out with this glock out Clearin yo block out, got all these niggas wishin they got out The game, `for I shot out everything in the parking lot out Got em snitchin and tellin em there`s APV`s on every cop out Now it`s hot out, they still can`t stop me from gettin my paper I got hide outs, these bitches is out here catchin the vapors Flee the scene, they shoulda told you that Celly was crazy Got em pushin up daisies now I`m layin low with baby Spyin on the under, wonderin what`s gon happen next Money, murder and sex got me sleepin with a tech No respect so I took it early in the game No money til I came up on them birdies, mayn [Chorus 2x] [Verse Three - Spice 1] Got me fucked up baby see I can`t play with the game This nigga`s speakin up on my casket, talkin bad on my name Don`t get it twisted it`s all love but this gangsta shit is real Niggas get caught up in the drama and end up killed But I can`t have that shit, I ain`t tryin to see no coffin That`s why I stay focused on hatin ass niggas often Hennesy got me seeing enemies in threes So I`m bustin at the one in the middle and please beleive It ain`t no hesitation, never no glitch in my matrix I stay on point, ready to dump, hit niggas up in they faces Wit 4-4 slugs! Blowin niggas up out they Lugz Switch to the bucket and smash off to mo thug Baby, my life ain`t got no price on it 600 for the vest, a G for the chopper wit a knife on it So welcome to the ghetto mutha fucka To them niggas that think that they can`t be touched well I`ma touch ya [Chorus x 4] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Puttin in Work: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/17056.html Все тексты песен: Criminalz » Criminalz - Ridaz » Criminalz - My Life » Criminalz - The Real World » Criminalz - The Real World » Criminalz - My Life » Criminalz - Reminisce » Criminalz - Puttin in Work » Criminalz - Ridaz » Criminalz - Reminisce » Criminalz - Puttin in Work Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгения Голосовская - Как давно не была молодою я... » Екатерина Барановская - Повесть о лете » Евгений Муравьев - Смеркаюсь, сбываясь в рифмованных снах... » Елена Фролова - Оставь меня, не мучай понапрасну... » Евгений Романов - Белый клоун » Елена Решетняк - Морскому волку » Елена Фролова - О, моя далекая... » Елена Фролова - Посвящение Леониду Губанову » Елена Решетняк - Прогулка » Е.Белоусов - Вечерок » Елена Фролова - Как пережить и как оплакать мне... » Е.Белоусов - Девчонка » Евгений Муравьев - Где у тебя, скажи, болит?.. » Елена Фролова - Куда уносится печаль... » Евгения Голосовская - Полторы недели, полные до края... » Елена Решетняк - Старый Новый год » Евгений Бабенко - Хибины ждут » Евгений Клячкин - Грустная цыганочка » Евгений Банников - Зиме я кланяюсь песней-метелицей... » Елена Фролова - Чем сумею тебя разбудить...
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