Текст (слова) песни: Killa Kyleon f Bun B - Hood Hop

(*talking*)
I`m fin to give you half a brick
Of Killa Kyleon nigga, and the other half
Gon be the legend himself Bun B
Nigga H-Town in this motherfucker, run it

[Hook]
I`ma slang my caine, swang my swang
Pop my trunk, bang my bang
Grip my grain, recline my leather
H-Town hoe, they can`t do it no better

[Kyleon]
I`m a Mack like Goldie, game like Kobe
I`m real and you shady, like Eminem and Obie
The game`s hottest thang, since a iced out Rolley
I`m Shaq in the paint, motherfuckers can`t hold me
Somebody please show me, a nigga mo` liver
You H2O flow, Killa flow like lava
Ain`t nothing but riders, in my click bitch
And just like Rick James, I`m rich bitch
My flow like bronchitis, I`m sick bitch
So when you listen, you gon say that this some sick shit
I`m a G but, Killa ain`t that boy from the Clover
Like P, you don`t wanna go to war with a soldier
I`ma aim thangs, that`ll put your brains on your shoulder
Then send you up to heaven, to go hang with Jehovah
Now the game over, go find a reverend
Cause niggaz coming up dead, like 9/11
Now your mama in the church house, crying and yelling
He fucked with the wrong niggaz, we was trying to tell him
Whoa, niggaz know that Killa Kyleon harder
I upset these niggaz, like Antonio Tarva
I cut up the beats, like a motherfucking barber
I`m a 17 shot, you just a six shot revolver
Fin to run the game, like Nino did to Carter
Houston`s unorganized, I`m finna put it back in order

(*talking*)
Yeah, now that`s what I`m talking bout
That`s that boy Killa Kyleon, right there
Repping for Boyz-N-Blue, H-Town stay down
I`m fin to do this shit right here
UGK style my nigga

[Bun B]
I got`s the eye of the tiger, and the call of the wild
When guerillas back down, niggaz fall in the fire
So put out your black and mild, you fucking with G`s
That don`t do shit but stack and smile, pistol packing pow
Up in the truck and ride down, on your whole hood
The cut throat`s on the creep, up to no good
You got somebody you can call, then you sho` should
Cause I`ma come through and burn your ass, like slow wood
Work on the highway, doja on the plane
Pills through the UPS, I`m thoed in the game
Got the drank from the drugsto`, and hoes on the corner
It`s money on the street, and I`ma get it like I wanna
Anytime you need to see me, it ain`t hard to find me
Fingers on the side of me, Boyz-N-Blue`s behind me
Fuck niggaz in front of me, we shutting `em down
Treat `em like a Jay-Z shirt, and button `em down

[Hook - 2x]

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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: Killa Kyleon f Bun B - Hood Hop (talking) I`m fin to give you half a brick Of Killa Kyleon nigga, and the other half Gon be the legend himself Bun B Nigga H-Town in this motherfucker, run it [Hook] I`ma slang my caine, swang my swang Pop my trunk, bang my bang Grip my grain, recline my leather H-Town hoe, they can`t do it no better [Kyleon] I`m a Mack like Goldie, game like Kobe I`m real and you shady, like Eminem and Obie The game`s hottest thang, since a iced out Rolley I`m Shaq in the paint, motherfuckers can`t hold me Somebody please show me, a nigga mo` liver You H2O flow, Killa flow like lava Ain`t nothing but riders, in my click bitch And just like Rick James, I`m rich bitch My flow like bronchitis, I`m sick bitch So when you listen, you gon say that this some sick shit I`m a G but, Killa ain`t that boy from the Clover Like P, you don`t wanna go to war with a soldier I`ma aim thangs, that`ll put your brains on your shoulder Then send you up to heaven, to go hang with Jehovah Now the game over, go find a reverend Cause niggaz coming up dead, like 9/11 Now your mama in the church house, crying and yelling He fucked with the wrong niggaz, we was trying to tell him Whoa, niggaz know that Killa Kyleon harder I upset these niggaz, like Antonio Tarva I cut up the beats, like a motherfucking barber I`m a 17 shot, you just a six shot revolver Fin to run the game, like Nino did to Carter Houston`s unorganized, I`m finna put it back in order (talking) Yeah, now that`s what I`m talking bout That`s that boy Killa Kyleon, right there Repping for Boyz-N-Blue, H-Town stay down I`m fin to do this shit right here UGK style my nigga [Bun B] I got`s the eye of the tiger, and the call of the wild When guerillas back down, niggaz fall in the fire So put out your black and mild, you fucking with G`s That don`t do shit but stack and smile, pistol packing pow Up in the truck and ride down, on your whole hood The cut throat`s on the creep, up to no good You got somebody you can call, then you sho` should Cause I`ma come through and burn your ass, like slow wood Work on the highway, doja on the plane Pills through the UPS, I`m thoed in the game Got the drank from the drugsto`, and hoes on the corner It`s money on the street, and I`ma get it like I wanna Anytime you need to see me, it ain`t hard to find me Fingers on the side of me, Boyz-N-Blue`s behind me Fuck niggaz in front of me, we shutting `em down Treat `em like a Jay-Z shirt, and button `em down [Hook - 2x] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Hood Hop: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/5837.html Все тексты песен: Killa Kyleon f Bun B » Killa Kyleon f Bun B - Hood Hop Рекомендуем скачать: » Александр Городницкий - Перекаты » А.Свиридова - Розовый фламинго » Александр Лаэртский - Пока льются слезы (посвящается "Rolling Stones") » Александр Марков - Встреть меня, о незнакомка... » А.Иванцова - Белая вьюга » Аркадий Брязгин - Беды все случились сразу... » Александр Суханов - Строки » Арон Крупп, Владимир Ланцберг - Этюд о суете » Алла Пугачева - Годы мои » Александр Дулов - Похороны » Александр Колупаев - Я очнулся в дырявом сарае... » Александр Розенбаум - Что-то здесь не так » Андрей Масальский - Вечерок » Александр Дольский - Семеро слонов » Аукцыон - Иверни выверни » Александр Ткачев - Странный сон при желтых фонарях » Александр Розенбаум - Ах, какой вчера был день... » Аркадий Лебедев - Реквием » Александр Громов - Пахнет морем у киоска, долетает смех... » Андрей Корф - Эпистолярий
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