Текст (слова) песни: Kid Capri - My Niggas

Yeah

Uhhh

[foxy]

Its time for everybody

To get they muthafuckin minds right

Cause its about to go down

Straight like that

Oooh

Uhhh

Kid capri

Ill na na

And the muthafuckin l-o-x

Thats right

Chorus (styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks

>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they guns

Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones

But niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to run

The niggas that had cake and got sent up state

For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight

For those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skate

Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

[sheek]

Aye yo, aye yo

Our shit contagious, so yall niggas try to quaratine us

Yall niggas shook up, and all that like orange juice is

My gun american, but my niggas got foreign enemies

Six cars between us, laced out

Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes

We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose

Is sheek lucion, he better ball with a groupie on

My python, gettin sex

In hotels with connect the rooms

Fill letter walk through on his ex

Jadakiss and styles walk a pound up through a storm

Room service, bring em champagne with five matts on

>from most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it

Next stop is movies, yall check it when blockbuster get it

Cheap-skates, sweatin off pre-release dates

For money, power & respect, on platnuim out the gates

>from rusell simmons to puff, lox and dmx copped it

Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics

When we eat fish like whiteies

And bitches have all nighties

Suckin dick, me Im on some jail shit

Standing up, jerkin off, while these hoes see these doubles click

Chorus (styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks

>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they guns

Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones

But niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to run

The niggas that had cake and got sent up state

For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight

For those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skate

Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

[foxy brown]

Uhh, uhh

Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin them chips

Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin that crist

Specially to the ones, who be ridin that dick

And if the pussy bangin, hope it cop to a stick

And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats

Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh

Shit got dick, let em ground for these cats

And the crocodle prada, satsh the pund for these cats

Me and my bitches got down for these cats

Paid our dues, for 62s, taped to the top

Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine

Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride

Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5

Now fucking my crew, suffer and die

Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry

Its a ditry game, when it come to slingin them thangs

Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change

Shit, I used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh

Chorus (styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks

>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they guns

Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones

But niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to run

The niggas that had cake and got sent up state

For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight

For those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skate

Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

[styles]

Fred one, for niggas that be bustin they gun

Till the death, whatd you expect for a couple of ones

Fred two, for niggas that aint ever had shit

Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit

Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key

That aint never comin home, but you know how it be

Livin to die, but niggas aint willin to die

If you bust up in the air, you aint killin the sky

Feelin the high, nigga is you willin to lie

You a crumb and you dumb, you aint stealin the pie

I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck

Lox brothers, yall niggas is cock-suckers

Yellow belly cowards, I want money and the power

Assassin, you think its a joke, youll die laughing

Hoppin out the plane, and only bring the captain

Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin me

Dog Im a whole different pedigree

Take me to the limit, Im layin in the cut

While you playin in the scrimage

Meet you at the final

Lyrically, Im spiritually, drunkier then a winow

Posion, house full of rhyme

Bring your boys in

Tell em take it easy, have a seat on the couch

Im the govenor, yall bitch niggas is crowds

Take orders, we need passports at the border

Transport the water, sheerest corner

Fell sick to be hit, but we wasnt the cure

Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop

Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up

Nobody gets up

Muthafuckas

L-o-x muthafucka

L-o-x, try this shit

Chorus (with ad-libs)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks

>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they guns

Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones

But niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to run

The niggas that had cake and got sent up state

For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight

For those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skate

Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

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» Kid Capri - Get `Em
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» Kid Capri - Unify
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» Kid Capri - Hang `Em High
» Kid Capri - Jokes on You Jack
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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: Kid Capri - My Niggas Yeah Uhhh [foxy] Its time for everybody To get they muthafuckin minds right Cause its about to go down Straight like that Oooh Uhhh Kid capri Ill na na And the muthafuckin l-o-x Thats right Chorus (styles) >from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks >from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones But niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate [sheek] Aye yo, aye yo Our shit contagious, so yall niggas try to quaratine us Yall niggas shook up, and all that like orange juice is My gun american, but my niggas got foreign enemies Six cars between us, laced out Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose Is sheek lucion, he better ball with a groupie on My python, gettin sex In hotels with connect the rooms Fill letter walk through on his ex Jadakiss and styles walk a pound up through a storm Room service, bring em champagne with five matts on >from most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it Next stop is movies, yall check it when blockbuster get it Cheap-skates, sweatin off pre-release dates For money, power & respect, on platnuim out the gates >from rusell simmons to puff, lox and dmx copped it Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics When we eat fish like whiteies And bitches have all nighties Suckin dick, me Im on some jail shit Standing up, jerkin off, while these hoes see these doubles click Chorus (styles) >from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks >from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones But niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate [foxy brown] Uhh, uhh Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin them chips Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin that crist Specially to the ones, who be ridin that dick And if the pussy bangin, hope it cop to a stick And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh Shit got dick, let em ground for these cats And the crocodle prada, satsh the pund for these cats Me and my bitches got down for these cats Paid our dues, for 62s, taped to the top Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5 Now fucking my crew, suffer and die Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry Its a ditry game, when it come to slingin them thangs Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change Shit, I used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh Chorus (styles) >from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks >from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones But niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate [styles] Fred one, for niggas that be bustin they gun Till the death, whatd you expect for a couple of ones Fred two, for niggas that aint ever had shit Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key That aint never comin home, but you know how it be Livin to die, but niggas aint willin to die If you bust up in the air, you aint killin the sky Feelin the high, nigga is you willin to lie You a crumb and you dumb, you aint stealin the pie I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck Lox brothers, yall niggas is cock-suckers Yellow belly cowards, I want money and the power Assassin, you think its a joke, youll die laughing Hoppin out the plane, and only bring the captain Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin me Dog Im a whole different pedigree Take me to the limit, Im layin in the cut While you playin in the scrimage Meet you at the final Lyrically, Im spiritually, drunkier then a winow Posion, house full of rhyme Bring your boys in Tell em take it easy, have a seat on the couch Im the govenor, yall bitch niggas is crowds Take orders, we need passports at the border Transport the water, sheerest corner Fell sick to be hit, but we wasnt the cure Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up Nobody gets up Muthafuckas L-o-x muthafucka L-o-x, try this shit Chorus (with ad-libs) >from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks >from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones But niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate Нравится песня? 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