Текст (слова) песни: Cassidy - Pop That Cannon

(feat. Styles P, Swizz Beatz)

[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
Aooow! banger, let`s go
(Swizz, man) Styles P
(Oh, y`all ain`t know) Cassidy
Full Surface, listen it`s a rap for y`all, whooo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!

[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade
The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg
Nigga I`m sicker then full-blown AIDS
And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age
You been afraid, you sweet like homemade
Lemonade, if it`s beef, then the chrome blaze
You could make the newspaper, get ya own page
And make the news too, you know how my dudes do
We wear masks so you can`t tell, who`s who
And for the cash, we`ll blast at you dudes too
Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right
I`m in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light
I`m comin for cash, gun in the dash
And I`m on 21 and a half`s (for real cannon)
I got my gat, I ain`t walkin without it
And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga

[Chorus - Cassidy + (Swizz Beatz)]
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It`s whatever motherfuckas, I ain`t scared)
(It`s whatever motherfuckas, I ain`t scared)
So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It`s whatever motherfuckas, I ain`t scared)
(It`s whatever motherfuckas, I ain`t scared)

[Verse 2 - Styles P.]
Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now
But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow
No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid
Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid
Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit
Organs on the floor of the van
Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man
Y`all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas
So they won`t find you, or your Jordans again
Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call
If you don`t have my money, in 24 hours
Then the cocksucka won`t see his daughter again
It`s like the movie that you seen, I`m the star of the screen
I got a roll for you to play... stand here
And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today
Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes
I`ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind
Shit my whole clique commit crimes
Did time, been on the strip and grip nines
But I swear to you motherfuckas
I got my gun right here, I ain`t scared of you motherfuckas
I`m a hustler, plus a check cutter
I stretch butter, in ?? X, now that`s gutter
I came for war, you know what them thangs is for
Slug make ya blood stain the floor
It ain`t a game no more, niggaz gon` respect me
I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li
So don`t test me, or the boy S.P
Cause I ain`t tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee
You don`t impress me, STOP that cannon
Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon

[Chorus]

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» Cassidy - Pop That Cannon
» Cassidy - Get `Em
» Cassidy - Tha Problem
» Cassidy - I`m Hungry
» Cassidy - I`m a hustla
» Cassidy - Can I Talk To You
» Cassidy - Tha Problem (Skit)
» Cassidy - My Interpretation
» Cassidy - Make U Scream
» Cassidy - Problem (skit)
» Cassidy - I`m a hustla
» Cassidy - Pop That Cannon
» Cassidy - Crack
» Cassidy - C-Bonics
» Cassidy - On the Grind
» Cassidy - Tha Problem (Skit)
» Cassidy - A.M. to P.M.
» Cassidy - Around The World
» Cassidy - C-Bonics


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: Cassidy - Pop That Cannon (feat. Styles P, Swizz Beatz) [Intro - Swizz Beatz] Aooow! banger, let`s go (Swizz, man) Styles P (Oh, y`all ain`t know) Cassidy Full Surface, listen it`s a rap for y`all, whooo! Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow! [Verse 1 - Cassidy] Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I`m sicker then full-blown AIDS And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age You been afraid, you sweet like homemade Lemonade, if it`s beef, then the chrome blaze You could make the newspaper, get ya own page And make the news too, you know how my dudes do We wear masks so you can`t tell, who`s who And for the cash, we`ll blast at you dudes too Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right I`m in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light I`m comin for cash, gun in the dash And I`m on 21 and a half`s (for real cannon) I got my gat, I ain`t walkin without it And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga [Chorus - Cassidy + (Swizz Beatz)] POP that cannon, POP that cannon POP that cannon, POP that cannon (It`s whatever motherfuckas, I ain`t scared) (It`s whatever motherfuckas, I ain`t scared) So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon POP that cannon, POP that cannon (It`s whatever motherfuckas, I ain`t scared) (It`s whatever motherfuckas, I ain`t scared) [Verse 2 - Styles P.] Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit Organs on the floor of the van Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man Y`all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas So they won`t find you, or your Jordans again Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call If you don`t have my money, in 24 hours Then the cocksucka won`t see his daughter again It`s like the movie that you seen, I`m the star of the screen I got a roll for you to play... stand here And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Cassidy] Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes I`ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind Shit my whole clique commit crimes Did time, been on the strip and grip nines But I swear to you motherfuckas I got my gun right here, I ain`t scared of you motherfuckas I`m a hustler, plus a check cutter I stretch butter, in ?? X, now that`s gutter I came for war, you know what them thangs is for Slug make ya blood stain the floor It ain`t a game no more, niggaz gon` respect me I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li So don`t test me, or the boy S.P Cause I ain`t tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee You don`t impress me, STOP that cannon Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Pop That Cannon: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/24163.html Все тексты песен: Cassidy » Cassidy - I`m Hungry » Cassidy - Pop That Cannon » Cassidy - Get `Em » Cassidy - Tha Problem » Cassidy - I`m Hungry » Cassidy - I`m a hustla » Cassidy - Can I Talk To You » Cassidy - Tha Problem (Skit) » Cassidy - My Interpretation » Cassidy - Make U Scream » Cassidy - Problem (skit) » Cassidy - I`m a hustla » Cassidy - Pop That Cannon » Cassidy - Crack » Cassidy - C-Bonics » Cassidy - On the Grind » Cassidy - Tha Problem (Skit) » Cassidy - A.M. to P.M. » Cassidy - Around The World » Cassidy - C-Bonics Рекомендуем скачать: » Борис Вячеславов - Возле взлетной полосы, у бетонного причала... » Бригада С - Эй, мама, я погиб » Булат Окуджава - Дальняя Дорога » Блестящие - За четыре моря » Блестящие - Там, только там » Бригадный подряд - Иван Факов » Борис Вайханский - Там, из окон раскрытых струится в траву... » Блестящие - Рисунок » Башаков бэнд - Смерч » Блестящие и Arash - Восточные сказки » Бажиновский Владимир - Ночь » Бочаров Владимир - ЗАИГРАЛ ШАНСОН » Борис Моисеев - Когда забудешь ты меня (Б.Моисеев и Ниль » Борис Вахнюк - Письмо из Фрунзе » Борис Вайханский - Новая историческая версия причин упадка Древнего Рима » Б.Моисеев Н.Трубач - Голубая луна » Беломорканал - ШАЛАВА » Браво - Любовь не горит » Борис Браславский - Рождение стиха » Булат Окуджава - (Стихи)
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