Текст (слова) песни: C-Bo - The Final Chapter

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[C-Bo]
My whole crew balling
Pushing roses down to the impalas
On a mission for dollars bumping hoes
You know my motto
All about the cash 6 million dollar pad
ThatвЂ™s money over hoes with big tits and ass
I like to lounge on my yacht
And count money by the blocks
Million dollars in crates
Invested birdes donвЂ™t flock
So fuck some m*et dp and cristal
Pass some xo and hennessey and long ale
We push some rolls royces
Drop polices and porches you think I booshit
Big body benzвЂ™s and expiditions
Pit boo sitting
Out front of the mini mansion
ItвЂ™s some westcoast hills looking over the whole planet
Coube doors marble floors
Inside our door pools on a move
Get more money than all you fools
Than independent then split it
Got in the cast and I jet
Straight out west nigga itвЂ™s stacking in my nest

[Chorus]
How many muthafuckas really down to ride with me
How many muthafuckas down to take a life for me
How many of you muthafuckas niggas down to die with me
Slide with me and pull a homicide with me

[C-Bo]
Growing up really never had much
Except my folks try to fucking get touch
We pulled licks and such to live plush
Rush out with it yea we get it rob niggas mob niggas
Slide triggers to the right and left
Ride biggas in the west to def
Represent the westcoast nigga best to bring along a vest coat
The most dangerous like venim
We run up in them and see them themвЂ™em and send them off
To pay the cuz they what
While we stashing the turkys like sasquash
Call the neighborhood watch
The feds couldnвЂ™t knock us down or not
Pouring shots like scotch on the rocks
Busting armies like ahead looking cotch
40 cals gone blaow with smile
How the fuck you like us now
Wonder how we major
Been this way since teenagers
Sky pagers and punchy you know the rollers
Sack of crackola in boulders sitting in the trunk of the nova

[Chorus]
How many muthafuckas really down to ride with me
How many muthafuckas down to take a life for me
How many of you muthafuckas niggas down to die with me
Slide with me and pull a homicide with me

[C-Bo]
I counted the counter like one two three
Fo shots to hit me could believe lil reeky got touched
Now whatвЂ™s the fuss
The whole city went bust ready to rip shit up
IвЂ™m in the cut zipping shackles while hillas getting nasty
IвЂ™m the suspect what the fuck is that
Loading the techs that I stepped on
See the muthafuckas the crept on
The dogs fly higher than the birds man smoking marycaine
Cuz itвЂ™s cool to calm my nerves man
We got the word on the ride now bitches be
No oneвЂ™s liable for the actions that about to take place
All I know is when they comes for me IвЂ™m aiming for the face
Chase me down
Trying to speak you fucked with the wrong G
Crept to the b side on you quick to ride on ya
Hit them on the bad side with sliffs side on ya
Gurrileas gurrileas but pleas words to the miss
We got some shit going on one man down

Chorus

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» C-Bo - 40 & C-Bo
» C-Bo - Death Riderz
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» C-Bo - Boo Yow!
» C-Bo - 357
» C-Bo - Ghetto Flight
» C-Bo - Enemy of the State
» C-Bo - Ride Til` We Die
» C-Bo - Get the Money
» C-Bo - Gas Chamber
» C-Bo - Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini
» C-Bo - Til My Casket Drops
» C-Bo - Tycoon
» C-Bo - Ghetto Flight
» C-Bo - Paper Made
» C-Bo - Get the Money
» C-Bo - Death Riderz
» C-Bo - 40 & C-Bo


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: C-Bo - The Final Chapter * send corrections to the typist [C-Bo] My whole crew balling Pushing roses down to the impalas On a mission for dollars bumping hoes You know my motto All about the cash 6 million dollar pad ThatвЂ™s money over hoes with big tits and ass I like to lounge on my yacht And count money by the blocks Million dollars in crates Invested birdes donвЂ™t flock So fuck some met dp and cristal Pass some xo and hennessey and long ale We push some rolls royces Drop polices and porches you think I booshit Big body benzвЂ™s and expiditions Pit boo sitting Out front of the mini mansion ItвЂ™s some westcoast hills looking over the whole planet Coube doors marble floors Inside our door pools on a move Get more money than all you fools Than independent then split it Got in the cast and I jet Straight out west nigga itвЂ™s stacking in my nest [Chorus] How many muthafuckas really down to ride with me How many muthafuckas down to take a life for me How many of you muthafuckas niggas down to die with me Slide with me and pull a homicide with me [C-Bo] Growing up really never had much Except my folks try to fucking get touch We pulled licks and such to live plush Rush out with it yea we get it rob niggas mob niggas Slide triggers to the right and left Ride biggas in the west to def Represent the westcoast nigga best to bring along a vest coat The most dangerous like venim We run up in them and see them themвЂ™em and send them off To pay the cuz they what While we stashing the turkys like sasquash Call the neighborhood watch The feds couldnвЂ™t knock us down or not Pouring shots like scotch on the rocks Busting armies like ahead looking cotch 40 cals gone blaow with smile How the fuck you like us now Wonder how we major Been this way since teenagers Sky pagers and punchy you know the rollers Sack of crackola in boulders sitting in the trunk of the nova [Chorus] How many muthafuckas really down to ride with me How many muthafuckas down to take a life for me How many of you muthafuckas niggas down to die with me Slide with me and pull a homicide with me [C-Bo] I counted the counter like one two three Fo shots to hit me could believe lil reeky got touched Now whatвЂ™s the fuss The whole city went bust ready to rip shit up IвЂ™m in the cut zipping shackles while hillas getting nasty IвЂ™m the suspect what the fuck is that Loading the techs that I stepped on See the muthafuckas the crept on The dogs fly higher than the birds man smoking marycaine Cuz itвЂ™s cool to calm my nerves man We got the word on the ride now bitches be No oneвЂ™s liable for the actions that about to take place All I know is when they comes for me IвЂ™m aiming for the face Chase me down Trying to speak you fucked with the wrong G Crept to the b side on you quick to ride on ya Hit them on the bad side with sliffs side on ya Gurrileas gurrileas but pleas words to the miss We got some shit going on one man down Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Final Chapter*: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/18977.html Все тексты песен: C-Bo » C-Bo - All I Ever Wanted » C-Bo - As the World Turns » C-Bo - 40 & C-Bo » C-Bo - Death Riderz » C-Bo - Can We All Ball » C-Bo - Boo Yow! » C-Bo - 357 » C-Bo - Ghetto Flight » C-Bo - Enemy of the State » C-Bo - Ride Til` We Die » C-Bo - Get the Money » C-Bo - Gas Chamber » C-Bo - Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini » C-Bo - Til My Casket Drops » C-Bo - Tycoon » C-Bo - Ghetto Flight » C-Bo - Paper Made » C-Bo - Get the Money » C-Bo - Death Riderz » C-Bo - 40 & C-Bo Рекомендуем скачать: » Алиса Мон - Обещаю » Андрей Губин - Милая моя далеко » А.Апина М.Насыров - Лунные ночи » Александр Дюмин - Волк » Андрей Ошнуров - В лесу беззаконье и пьянка от скуки... » Алексей Хвостенко - Вальс-жалоба Солженицину » Александр Розенбаум - Песня налетчиков » Анна Цуканова - Слоны » Александр Малинин - Белый конь » Александр Розенбаум - Майдан » Александр Башлачёв - Верка, Надька, Любка » Александр Вертинский - Без женщин » Ария - 1100 » Агата Кристи - Аллергия » Александр Конопелькин - Склейте уста осанною!.. » Авраам Руссо - Arabica » Аркадий Аршинов - Я слышал, ты уехала в Париж... » Александр Галич - Переселение душ » Андрей Соловьев - Ты спишь, мой ангел? Тишина мертва... » Агата Кристи - Трансильвания
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