Текст (слова) песни: King T - Speak on It

[ VERSE 1 ]
Introducin the Westside Strangler, bangin with the fixtures
Mashin in this hot Coupe De Ville with blue twisters
I just got it waxed, now I`m true without a doubt
Dippin down Alondra on my way to the south
The big homie [Name] bet a g, a whole ounce
He said it wasn`t hot, I made him watch the back-bounce
Ah, back in traffic, feelin like the last pimp
Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp
I dropped by my old crib just to see it`s all good
The little homies moved in the spot with Lil` Wood
See, niggas this way don`t give a damn about you hoes
We find real estate in the midst of robbin yo`s
With Benzis and trucks, plenty cavi for the clucks
Keep a eye on who`s who and muthafuck what`s what
For all gees who got it poppin in they hood for the moment
It`s the gangsta King T, show me love loc, cause I`ma speak on it

[ CHORUS ]
Ah, that`s that gee shit (mobbin through your hood)
Move on gangstas, move on
Move on gangstas, move on
Ah, that`s that gee shit (mobbin through your hood)
Groove on hustlers, groove on
Groove on hustlers, groove on

[ VERSE 2 ]
Man, the night comes and a gangsta`s intuition
I hops in my `burban, limited edition
I`m lookin for a Lakewood hoe, that`s my mission
I`m through with fuckin Hawthorne tramps, they be snitchin
What will it be, Pepper`s or that spot Paradise?
They keep a flock of girls but you gotta dress nice
Suckers, I`m a gee, I got some ( ? ) I ain`t touched
Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
Nigga what, raised by ballers, I`m legit
And if you don`t believe, ask Freeway Rick
You don`t believe Rick, well ask my homie Big Jess
Or his brother Big Droop, OG`s, nothin less
It`s many niggas drinkin that gangsta juice
But I done seen none of y`all when it was time to truce
And I was at [Name] Park squashin beef with opponents
While your ass was at your mansion eatin pussy punk, speak on it

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3 ]
These busters better recognize what`s comin
Dancin on D`s with the Alpine humpin
Every since the child knew the ways to live foul
Now I bust rhymes like a cool criminal
Alcoholic chronic-smokin niggas know the deal
Gun-totin, mouth-tapin niggas know I`m real
I represent the West to the fullest extent
A Southern California Hub City resident
Yes yes y`all, it`s not a secret no more
I got lyrics out the ass and they all hardcore
Like that, comin with that West Coast strap
Guaranteed to civilize a nigga talkin smack
What you wanna do us, do your dance like you do it
This one`s for my people up in Texas, watch em screw it
Tight conversation hits the speakers for the moment
But if your ass can`t comprehend fool, speak on it

[ CHORUS ]

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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: King T - Speak on It [ VERSE 1 ] Introducin the Westside Strangler, bangin with the fixtures Mashin in this hot Coupe De Ville with blue twisters I just got it waxed, now I`m true without a doubt Dippin down Alondra on my way to the south The big homie [Name] bet a g, a whole ounce He said it wasn`t hot, I made him watch the back-bounce Ah, back in traffic, feelin like the last pimp Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp I dropped by my old crib just to see it`s all good The little homies moved in the spot with Lil` Wood See, niggas this way don`t give a damn about you hoes We find real estate in the midst of robbin yo`s With Benzis and trucks, plenty cavi for the clucks Keep a eye on who`s who and muthafuck what`s what For all gees who got it poppin in they hood for the moment It`s the gangsta King T, show me love loc, cause I`ma speak on it [ CHORUS ] Ah, that`s that gee shit (mobbin through your hood) Move on gangstas, move on Move on gangstas, move on Ah, that`s that gee shit (mobbin through your hood) Groove on hustlers, groove on Groove on hustlers, groove on [ VERSE 2 ] Man, the night comes and a gangsta`s intuition I hops in my `burban, limited edition I`m lookin for a Lakewood hoe, that`s my mission I`m through with fuckin Hawthorne tramps, they be snitchin What will it be, Pepper`s or that spot Paradise? They keep a flock of girls but you gotta dress nice Suckers, I`m a gee, I got some ( ? ) I ain`t touched Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch Nigga what, raised by ballers, I`m legit And if you don`t believe, ask Freeway Rick You don`t believe Rick, well ask my homie Big Jess Or his brother Big Droop, OG`s, nothin less It`s many niggas drinkin that gangsta juice But I done seen none of y`all when it was time to truce And I was at [Name] Park squashin beef with opponents While your ass was at your mansion eatin pussy punk, speak on it [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] These busters better recognize what`s comin Dancin on D`s with the Alpine humpin Every since the child knew the ways to live foul Now I bust rhymes like a cool criminal Alcoholic chronic-smokin niggas know the deal Gun-totin, mouth-tapin niggas know I`m real I represent the West to the fullest extent A Southern California Hub City resident Yes yes y`all, it`s not a secret no more I got lyrics out the ass and they all hardcore Like that, comin with that West Coast strap Guaranteed to civilize a nigga talkin smack What you wanna do us, do your dance like you do it This one`s for my people up in Texas, watch em screw it Tight conversation hits the speakers for the moment But if your ass can`t comprehend fool, speak on it [ CHORUS ] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Speak on It: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/7277.html Все тексты песен: King T » King T - Speak on It » King T - Thy Kingdom Come » King T - Stay Down Рекомендуем скачать: » Переделанные песни, Пародии - Нас исключат из института » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Железный орех » Павел Папушев - Ах, какая белая-пребелая земля... » Полина Ефименко - Мир вокруг вымер... » Полина Ростова - Я падаю в небо » Песни из мультфильмов - Пес в сапогах » Песняры - Белоруссия » Психея - Нет (Серебряной пулей) » Петр Красов - Практик » Песни из мультфильмов - Летучий корабль » Полотно Анатолий - Сказка о рыбаке и рыбке » Петр Копытов - Ожиданье » Петр Давыдов - Поет французский шансонье... » Поющие сердца - Вот какая беда » Павел Кашин - Машенька » Петлюра - Алешка » Петр Климов - Мы поживем еще немного » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Шаги корля » Песни из мультфильмов - Бременские музыканты » Павел Папушев - Все по нам, брат...
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