Текст (слова) песни: Krumbsnatcha f M.O.P. - Training Day Soundtrack

Uh-huh
We wolves baby, we wolves

[Krumbsnatcha]
A full moon make my blood curl
Got me stuck in opposition in the underworld
Savage beasts, like wolves when we roamin these streets
And work for least, fuck peace, go to war with police
Some call the priest, there`s a demon in ya hood schemin
Catch me out the six leanin, with the nine steamin
Ain`t that `cha BM
The sound of the glock sound like rocks in Watts
I point a Ruben at`cha crew and give you somethin to watch
D.T.`s, Feds, and NARCS, exchanging shots
In broad day `til the first one lay when he pop
And if I pull and you pull,
the one to get to get it worst be the last to burst
ICU status, wih the phattest nurse
Gat holders chuckin them burners, with the fat pollers concealed
But quickly leave a veal through your widow`s sheild
Reckless, connected like a Nexus, for your necklace is on
Formin like Photron and bomb

Chorus:
[Children] Y`all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] If your tired of seein niggas gettin beat in the street
[Children] Y`all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] For all my hungry ass thugs that be tryin to eat
[Children] Y`all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] For my people in the ghetto, get up off of your feet
And let the wolves out! (Unh)
And let the wolves out! (What!)
And let the wolves out! (Unh)
Let the wolves out!

[Billy Danze]
Yo I been labelled a bad guy since birth (why`s that)
I was put on a part of the earth with a turf,
its rugged never smooth
(What have you got to loose!)
Not a damn thing
That`s why I holler "Ante Up" when you holler "Bling Bling"
How do I survive? I strap up all my heat
I get out on the beat, I find a way to eat
See William never sleep, you think it`s somethin sweet
And I will kindly li-li-li-li-lift yo` ass up off your feet
Shackle me in chains, tamper with my brain
Spit a ten digit number when you call me by my name
Their system has been aimed
For every 211 and every 187, my niggas is to blame
What happened to Diallo is a motherfuckin shame
How `bout if I spit .41 that you were in the game
ALL disrespect intended, to any lieutenant,
who feel offended, by the way I represented, BITCH!

[Chorus]

[Lil` Fame]
I put it down, M.O.P. spit FIIYAHH!
Show `em what we stand for, YES SIYYAAH!
All I need is my niggas, my guns and, my CD`s
And I`ma ride, fuck N.Y.P.D.
The STREET cops, patrollin them HEAT
Goons be holdin `em but fuck `em
We lay `em down like linolieum
GHETTO WARFARE! brroom, buck! We grip eight on
The pop`ll pop off, that`s how we do in Brooknam
Let the wolves out! Huh, all day
For my niggas gettin money that hustle in hallways
Get`cha money mister (mister) it`s a (it`s a) new day
Don`t mistreat the literate, cuz you could get it two ways
Behind bars, or six feet deep
So be careful who you fuckin wit
Motherfuckin you fuckin with the UH, OH, UH, That`s the truth
It`s the beatdown, derranged, gun poppers, salute!

[Chorus] 2x to fade

Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям:

Прямая ссылка на текст песни Training Day Soundtrack:
http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/7780.html

Все тексты песен: Krumbsnatcha f M.O.P.
» Krumbsnatcha f M.O.P. - W.O.L.V.E.S.
» Krumbsnatcha f M.O.P. - Training Day Soundtrack


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: Krumbsnatcha f M.O.P. - Training Day Soundtrack Uh-huh We wolves baby, we wolves [Krumbsnatcha] A full moon make my blood curl Got me stuck in opposition in the underworld Savage beasts, like wolves when we roamin these streets And work for least, fuck peace, go to war with police Some call the priest, there`s a demon in ya hood schemin Catch me out the six leanin, with the nine steamin Ain`t that `cha BM The sound of the glock sound like rocks in Watts I point a Ruben at`cha crew and give you somethin to watch D.T.`s, Feds, and NARCS, exchanging shots In broad day `til the first one lay when he pop And if I pull and you pull, the one to get to get it worst be the last to burst ICU status, wih the phattest nurse Gat holders chuckin them burners, with the fat pollers concealed But quickly leave a veal through your widow`s sheild Reckless, connected like a Nexus, for your necklace is on Formin like Photron and bomb Chorus: [Children] Y`all police best be ready! [Snatcha] If your tired of seein niggas gettin beat in the street [Children] Y`all police best be ready! [Snatcha] For all my hungry ass thugs that be tryin to eat [Children] Y`all police best be ready! [Snatcha] For my people in the ghetto, get up off of your feet And let the wolves out! (Unh) And let the wolves out! (What!) And let the wolves out! (Unh) Let the wolves out! [Billy Danze] Yo I been labelled a bad guy since birth (why`s that) I was put on a part of the earth with a turf, its rugged never smooth (What have you got to loose!) Not a damn thing That`s why I holler "Ante Up" when you holler "Bling Bling" How do I survive? I strap up all my heat I get out on the beat, I find a way to eat See William never sleep, you think it`s somethin sweet And I will kindly li-li-li-li-lift yo` ass up off your feet Shackle me in chains, tamper with my brain Spit a ten digit number when you call me by my name Their system has been aimed For every 211 and every 187, my niggas is to blame What happened to Diallo is a motherfuckin shame How `bout if I spit .41 that you were in the game ALL disrespect intended, to any lieutenant, who feel offended, by the way I represented, BITCH! [Chorus] [Lil` Fame] I put it down, M.O.P. spit FIIYAHH! Show `em what we stand for, YES SIYYAAH! All I need is my niggas, my guns and, my CD`s And I`ma ride, fuck N.Y.P.D. The STREET cops, patrollin them HEAT Goons be holdin `em but fuck `em We lay `em down like linolieum GHETTO WARFARE! brroom, buck! We grip eight on The pop`ll pop off, that`s how we do in Brooknam Let the wolves out! Huh, all day For my niggas gettin money that hustle in hallways Get`cha money mister (mister) it`s a (it`s a) new day Don`t mistreat the literate, cuz you could get it two ways Behind bars, or six feet deep So be careful who you fuckin wit Motherfuckin you fuckin with the UH, OH, UH, That`s the truth It`s the beatdown, derranged, gun poppers, salute! [Chorus] 2x to fade Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Training Day Soundtrack: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/7780.html Все тексты песен: Krumbsnatcha f M.O.P. » Krumbsnatcha f M.O.P. - W.O.L.V.E.S. » Krumbsnatcha f M.O.P. - Training Day Soundtrack Рекомендуем скачать: » Сергей Каплан - Захочешь – и нас не достанет молва... » Сергей Мирошниченко - Сливаемся кровью, и плотью, и костью... » Сергей Алексеев - Запеть бы! Запеть бы дурацкую песню... » с аккордами Алиса, Константин Кинчев - Пляс Сибири » Северные врата - Ария варяжского гостя » с аккордами Владимир Кузьмин, Динамик - Менестрели » с аккордами Визбор Юрий - Я бы новую жизнь своровал » с аккордами Бек Хан - Солнце, ты где? » с аккордами Андрей Лобанов - Наш угол » Сергей Каплан, Михаил Коноплев - Маячок свечи » с аккордами Булат Окуджава - Моцарт » с аккордами Иван Кучин - Сентиментальный детектив 3 » с аккордами Олег Газманов - Морячка » Светлана Агеева - Глубокая философия на мелких местах » с аккордами Таривердиев Микаэл - Если у вас нету тети » с аккордами Машина Времени - Я увезу тебя туда » Сергей Назин - Моряк » с аккордами Всякие Разные Песни - Наташка » с аккордами Вопли Видоплясова - Трава » с аккордами Иваси, Алексей Иващенко и Георгий Васильев - Кремневые ружья
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»