Текст (слова) песни: Juvenile - Hide Out or Ride Out

[Lil` Wayne]
I strike a load
you get served like we toke with
fake busta get smoked with
aproach it
I explode it
unload it
reload it
unload again
and pull another left hand
fifty shots to win
i can`t lose its impossible
plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin` you
i be `bout strings hittin` the beef gigga head
then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet
jet
off the scene with the uptown fighter
red dot sighters
all week night flighters
i`m a get ya`, when ya` least expect it
cock the glock jacket
a vest can`t protect it
boy, is ya` ready
i`ll leave yo` set wetted
slugs flyin` high, got yo` body real heavy
you can`t move, ya` got buff
now your stuck
left Wayne on the set, and yo` boys to pick you up
out cold
head swoll
eyes closed
i know for sure
you ain`t gon` test me no more
yo` block tore
yo` family in black clothes
you got blowed
and in ya chest is many holes
this goes
for Lataranza Elmo
i show
how uptown niggas roll
ya` big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
automatic, black chopper trigger pullin`
that`s how we be
loadin` clips then release
eight deep
in the three-hundred E
leather seats
and in the trunk artillery
up the streets
where i started sure ain`t for me
the B.G.
that`s the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol Y
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo` block `bout to die out
move ya` people
i`m burnin` down the whole streets
the night creepers
`bout to heat our enemies
lights off masks on, creep silense
lights gone
we done left yo` block wired
retaliate
wait
no your not boy
`cuz i`m a Hot Boy
nine milli cock boy
chopper gunnin`
hoes scared of slugs, runnin`
start movin`, me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin`

[Juvenile]
we left yo` brain sick
up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin` the bricks
a young black crucifix
up in the dirt i be knockin` dicks
smooth and beretically, my pockets
rocket
to six figures
and polverizin` niggas
pullin`
A.K.`s and two triggers
my potn`s stand on the side of me
they only come out at night
them deamons got me on a flight
duck tapin` and takin` life
or even worse
it could be three O`clock, on a Sunday by church
yo` brains might have to burst
you shouldn`t have fucked with me first
since them bullets was cappin`
adam`s apples i`m scoutin`
got richer penintentiary ward
for the national guard to come get `em
very seldom do you see me, when you do
what do you do
bust back, better be a head shot
if not it`s you
i`m comin` around the corner
`bout to pulla meatball on ya`
purses like a coat
and them houses in calico
me and Lil Turk heard of a merger
on a murder
fifty G`s (grand) on his head
what ht fuck did you said
fifty G`s (grands) for sure
that nigga live next door
call the man
let the sucker plan
look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask `em don`t say no more
a Hot Boy representin` this bitch like black and Moe

[Turk]
I start to poppin`
niggas start to droppin`
i`m havin` fatal thoughts,i think i`m fuckin` shell shockin`
niggas bangin`
four-five ringin`
in my ear, i`m not scared
`cuz i`m a solja and solja`s have no fuckin` fear
in my sleep at night
i`m seeing war fights
wakin` up thinkin` that a nigga took my fuckin` life
unnecessary shit
mind clickin` like a light switch
to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch
don`t give a fuck
steady bangin` and dodgin`
camoulflagin`
with the mack alive and
don`t have time for these dog hoes
goin` through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four

[Juvenile]
What`s this shit i hear `bout you boys potna`s in crime
if that`s true i`ll punish you bitches for the last time
now you gon` shine?
let me put somethin` on ya` mind
lil` cowards takin` hits
and protecting shit
it`s a for sure thang
i`m a brang
or i`m a wet ya
best to be `bout yo` business, if not, God bless ya
look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn`t strong
that`s when we do ya wrong
they both come and they gone
off-toppers
i`m a get with you and ya` potna`s (patners)
T.C., L.D., and Williard street with choppers
drama hittin` a niggas cash
we play it right though
i`m comin` to get a niggas ass
like i`m them white folks
look, better be `bout it
if not better be rowdy
it`s all in yo` mind, ha?
you gon` shine, ha?
i doubt it

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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: Juvenile - Hide Out or Ride Out [Lil` Wayne] I strike a load you get served like we toke with fake busta get smoked with aproach it I explode it unload it reload it unload again and pull another left hand fifty shots to win i can`t lose its impossible plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin` you i be `bout strings hittin` the beef gigga head then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet jet off the scene with the uptown fighter red dot sighters all week night flighters i`m a get ya`, when ya` least expect it cock the glock jacket a vest can`t protect it boy, is ya` ready i`ll leave yo` set wetted slugs flyin` high, got yo` body real heavy you can`t move, ya` got buff now your stuck left Wayne on the set, and yo` boys to pick you up out cold head swoll eyes closed i know for sure you ain`t gon` test me no more yo` block tore yo` family in black clothes you got blowed and in ya chest is many holes this goes for Lataranza Elmo i show how uptown niggas roll ya` big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya automatic, black chopper trigger pullin` that`s how we be loadin` clips then release eight deep in the three-hundred E leather seats and in the trunk artillery up the streets where i started sure ain`t for me the B.G. that`s the name I go by test me you die S Kangol Y hide out at the club, slide out ride out yo` block `bout to die out move ya` people i`m burnin` down the whole streets the night creepers `bout to heat our enemies lights off masks on, creep silense lights gone we done left yo` block wired retaliate wait no your not boy `cuz i`m a Hot Boy nine milli cock boy chopper gunnin` hoes scared of slugs, runnin` start movin`, me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin` [Juvenile] we left yo` brain sick up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin` the bricks a young black crucifix up in the dirt i be knockin` dicks smooth and beretically, my pockets rocket to six figures and polverizin` niggas pullin` A.K.`s and two triggers my potn`s stand on the side of me they only come out at night them deamons got me on a flight duck tapin` and takin` life or even worse it could be three O`clock, on a Sunday by church yo` brains might have to burst you shouldn`t have fucked with me first since them bullets was cappin` adam`s apples i`m scoutin` got richer penintentiary ward for the national guard to come get `em very seldom do you see me, when you do what do you do bust back, better be a head shot if not it`s you i`m comin` around the corner `bout to pulla meatball on ya` purses like a coat and them houses in calico me and Lil Turk heard of a merger on a murder fifty G`s (grand) on his head what ht fuck did you said fifty G`s (grands) for sure that nigga live next door call the man let the sucker plan look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask `em don`t say no more a Hot Boy representin` this bitch like black and Moe [Turk] I start to poppin` niggas start to droppin` i`m havin` fatal thoughts,i think i`m fuckin` shell shockin` niggas bangin` four-five ringin` in my ear, i`m not scared `cuz i`m a solja and solja`s have no fuckin` fear in my sleep at night i`m seeing war fights wakin` up thinkin` that a nigga took my fuckin` life unnecessary shit mind clickin` like a light switch to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch don`t give a fuck steady bangin` and dodgin` camoulflagin` with the mack alive and don`t have time for these dog hoes goin` through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four [Juvenile] What`s this shit i hear `bout you boys potna`s in crime if that`s true i`ll punish you bitches for the last time now you gon` shine? let me put somethin` on ya` mind lil` cowards takin` hits and protecting shit it`s a for sure thang i`m a brang or i`m a wet ya best to be `bout yo` business, if not, God bless ya look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn`t strong that`s when we do ya wrong they both come and they gone off-toppers i`m a get with you and ya` potna`s (patners) T.C., L.D., and Williard street with choppers drama hittin` a niggas cash we play it right though i`m comin` to get a niggas ass like i`m them white folks look, better be `bout it if not better be rowdy it`s all in yo` mind, ha? you gon` shine, ha? i doubt it Нравится песня? 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