Текст (слова) песни: E 40 - It`s On on Sight

[Featuring C Bo]
(Screeching tires gunshots broken glass sirens and screaming)
Yeah (3x)
They want problems
Soon they want me waxed contracts on my ass
It`s coming from the pen they say I owe `em cash
Well enough to pass and they need it fast
But what they failize (fail to realize) is I`ll be quick to blast
Die hard cold blooded killer all about my work
Dressed up like a female in a mini skirt
Specialize in doin` dirt shootin` niggas in the shirt
Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh
Cutlass, guzzlin` down a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss malt liquor brewsky
talkin` to a cutie standin` outside the movie theater sittin` on top
of the
hood of my Cutlass
Smokin` on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette
Clove found the affiliated cashes dick lickin` gainish beadie
What the fuck? Where`s the peace treaty?
Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy
M-16`s don`t shoot no beebees
Programmed to amputate anything that gets up in my way
Then I put them same size left over bullets up in my A.K.
I can`t wait `till we bump heads
Chorus:
It on, on sight day and night no matter what I`m dumpin`
I`m tryin to see you niggas `bout somethin`(2x)
(I`m heated, them niggas cheated)
We had a meetin`, shit (sup)posed to been squashed(3x)
Shit was (sup)posed to been squashed
I`ve got a hunch
Meet me at the Olive Garden spot lets do lunch
Foolin` em tried to pass the bucket set us up for locks
Sons of bitches must think we some chumps
Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps
C-Bo:
Nigga fuck stressin` pull it
We kickin` the door with full clips
Out of Magnums packin` when we blast `em we all out for the chips
4-40 water never slip
Saw the niggas quick and then dip
Before we spark the pipe bombs and blow the niggas shit to side
Raise up off they block poppin` gizzun in a big fight
All out non stop riders until our casket drop
We smashin` blastin` on any while I remember my many
Dash and blastin` double 23`s, fuck the enemies
Chorus:
One of my fake dudes up out HPA shot me a kite today
He up in Pelican Bay three striker
Through 25 to L `cause he goin` to tell on one of his high ranked
dudes in
position who wears a diaper
With a ? sack on the side of his waist blood splattered all on the
windshield wiper
Somebody tried to take his face caught him up in his Viper
Loose as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniper
? ? ? started havin` seizures
No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers
C-Bo:
We stand tall like Minute Bol
With bigger balls than Ru-Paul
Strap with 4-4`s down to execute all y`all
Don`t want to see us niggas on a mission
150 round drum 45 slugs bitten
No remorse hit by the hardcore fo` sho`
Leave him stuck in his front seat
70 rounds through his front window
Ain`t no fuckin` with G`s
Fill `em up to they neck from they knees
Leave `em dyin` in the street as we escape on they goldeeze
Chorus:

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» E 40 - Jump My Bone
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» E 40 - Dey Ain`t No
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» E 40 - Back Against The Wall
» E 40 - Smebbin`


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: E 40 - It`s On on Sight [Featuring C Bo] (Screeching tires gunshots broken glass sirens and screaming) Yeah (3x) They want problems Soon they want me waxed contracts on my ass It`s coming from the pen they say I owe `em cash Well enough to pass and they need it fast But what they failize (fail to realize) is I`ll be quick to blast Die hard cold blooded killer all about my work Dressed up like a female in a mini skirt Specialize in doin` dirt shootin` niggas in the shirt Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh Cutlass, guzzlin` down a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss malt liquor brewsky talkin` to a cutie standin` outside the movie theater sittin` on top of the hood of my Cutlass Smokin` on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette Clove found the affiliated cashes dick lickin` gainish beadie What the fuck? Where`s the peace treaty? Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy M-16`s don`t shoot no beebees Programmed to amputate anything that gets up in my way Then I put them same size left over bullets up in my A.K. I can`t wait `till we bump heads Chorus: It on, on sight day and night no matter what I`m dumpin` I`m tryin to see you niggas `bout somethin`(2x) (I`m heated, them niggas cheated) We had a meetin`, shit (sup)posed to been squashed(3x) Shit was (sup)posed to been squashed I`ve got a hunch Meet me at the Olive Garden spot lets do lunch Foolin` em tried to pass the bucket set us up for locks Sons of bitches must think we some chumps Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps C-Bo: Nigga fuck stressin` pull it We kickin` the door with full clips Out of Magnums packin` when we blast `em we all out for the chips 4-40 water never slip Saw the niggas quick and then dip Before we spark the pipe bombs and blow the niggas shit to side Raise up off they block poppin` gizzun in a big fight All out non stop riders until our casket drop We smashin` blastin` on any while I remember my many Dash and blastin` double 23`s, fuck the enemies Chorus: One of my fake dudes up out HPA shot me a kite today He up in Pelican Bay three striker Through 25 to L `cause he goin` to tell on one of his high ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper With a ? sack on the side of his waist blood splattered all on the windshield wiper Somebody tried to take his face caught him up in his Viper Loose as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniper ? ? ? started havin` seizures No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers C-Bo: We stand tall like Minute Bol With bigger balls than Ru-Paul Strap with 4-4`s down to execute all y`all Don`t want to see us niggas on a mission 150 round drum 45 slugs bitten No remorse hit by the hardcore fo` sho` Leave him stuck in his front seat 70 rounds through his front window Ain`t no fuckin` with G`s Fill `em up to they neck from they knees Leave `em dyin` in the street as we escape on they goldeeze Chorus: Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни It`s On on Sight: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/10022.html Все тексты песен: E 40 » E 40 - Come On » E 40 - Mack Minister » E 40 - Dusted `n` Disgusted » E 40 - My Hoodlums And My Thugz » E 40 - Lieutenant Roast A Botch » E 40 - Ballin` outta Control » E 40 - Personal » E 40 - Jump My Bone » E 40 - Trump Change » E 40 - It`s On on Sight » E 40 - Dey Ain`t No » E 40 - Million Dollar Spot » E 40 - Record Haters » E 40 - Nuttin` Ass Nigga » E 40 - 1-Luv » E 40 - From The Ground Up » E 40 - Zoom » E 40 - Smoke `n` Drank » E 40 - Back Against The Wall » E 40 - Smebbin` Рекомендуем скачать: » Jackson 5 f Black Rob, Puff Daddy - Motown 40 Forever » Jimmy Buffett - Mele Kalikimaka » Ja rule - How Many Wanna » janos brody - csillag hajnalka \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Ja Rule f Ashanti - Mesmerize » John Wesley Harding - Id Be Sleeping if My Baby Were Here » Jimmy Somerville - Hard Rain » Jester`s Funeral - Frozen Angel » John Waite - Encircled » Ja rule - Its Your Life » James Taylor - Family Man » Joan Armatrading - Square The Circle » Jeff Buckley - I Want Someone Badly » Jesse McCartney - Because You Live » John Lennon - Intuition » jesus and mary chain - Snakedriver » Juice Newton - Queen Of Hearts » Jennifer Lopez f Puff Daddy - Love Don`t Cost a Thing (Remixes) » Jack Blanchard and Misty Morgan - Chapel Hill » Jan Howard - Since I Met You Baby
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