Текст (слова) песни: Kurupt - Ya Cant Trust Nobody

Man what you need man?

Yo bitch ass always come around here wit this whole

Three dollar two dollar five dollar hit shit

Nigga come around here with a twenty-sack of somethin nigga

My bills gotta get paid motherfucker

Im outta here -- catch me next week beotch!

[daz]

Hop in my chevy get to wheelin down the block

Makin sales, whether slangin weed or rocks

Clockin major strapped up, me and my niggaz in the house

Might as well back up, bustin on niggaz if they act up

On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs

Get paid, every night, where we hang

Cause its a street thang, cops and automatic weapon

Keep a nigga intact, for these niggaz half-steppin

Daz dillinger, got sewed up for real

Dealers servin these niggaz for a quarter a mill

Ninety-eight my motto to kill, thats how it is

Fuck my family, fuck my friends, when my dope come in

[kurupt]

You feel like fuck trust, a nigga lose his life

Tryin to trust on motherfuckers like us..

Stackin, stolen stack stackin it aint nuttin but murders

Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking

Crackin up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts

The dark parts of the motherfuckin park

The tarantulas loose and Im heated now

With somethin in my right palm to keep yall seated down

Repeated, headhuntin, huntin for heads

Shot in the chest neck arm and legs

[daz]

Aint no fakin we all out to get paid

Wettin niggaz what we do nowadays (nigga)

Around here, you cant trust nobody

Anybodys somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)

Whether its weed or your life or narcotics

Anyway you get, you cant trust nobody

[kurupt]

We jack a nigga for a half a thang, we back up in this

With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million

Now we set, we relaxed chillin, livin the boss life

Every day every night me and the columbians take flight

Eight hundred kis to fly across seas

When I flip it I make about twelve million gs

Im a two thousand ricky ross, transportin the sauce

And it pay to be the boss cause when yo ass get crossed

Every nigga on the street gets paid

[daz]

A couple pieces spread, bear arms nigga, warfare nigga

Shut down the alarms nigga

Time to hit off, get off then break off

If he dont kick in the bread then take off

Columbian ties, columbian mob members in columbian neckties

Columbians disfigured

Daz midi machine dillinger

Two shotty young gotti, bout to put it on somebody

[kurupt]

And my mindstate today is fuck everybody

Around here, you cant trust nobody

Anybodys somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)

Whether its weed or your life or narcotics

Anyway you get, you cant trust nobody

Around here, you cant trust nobody

Anybodys somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)

Whether its weed or your life or narcotics

Anyway you get, you cant trust nobody

.. shit, who the fuck at the door?

Aww man the police fool cmon get out of here man cmon!

Flush the shit! flush the coke!!!

{*toilet flushing sound*}

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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: Kurupt - Ya Cant Trust Nobody Man what you need man? Yo bitch ass always come around here wit this whole Three dollar two dollar five dollar hit shit Nigga come around here with a twenty-sack of somethin nigga My bills gotta get paid motherfucker Im outta here -- catch me next week beotch! [daz] Hop in my chevy get to wheelin down the block Makin sales, whether slangin weed or rocks Clockin major strapped up, me and my niggaz in the house Might as well back up, bustin on niggaz if they act up On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs Get paid, every night, where we hang Cause its a street thang, cops and automatic weapon Keep a nigga intact, for these niggaz half-steppin Daz dillinger, got sewed up for real Dealers servin these niggaz for a quarter a mill Ninety-eight my motto to kill, thats how it is Fuck my family, fuck my friends, when my dope come in [kurupt] You feel like fuck trust, a nigga lose his life Tryin to trust on motherfuckers like us.. Stackin, stolen stack stackin it aint nuttin but murders Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking Crackin up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts The dark parts of the motherfuckin park The tarantulas loose and Im heated now With somethin in my right palm to keep yall seated down Repeated, headhuntin, huntin for heads Shot in the chest neck arm and legs [daz] Aint no fakin we all out to get paid Wettin niggaz what we do nowadays (nigga) Around here, you cant trust nobody Anybodys somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody) Whether its weed or your life or narcotics Anyway you get, you cant trust nobody [kurupt] We jack a nigga for a half a thang, we back up in this With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million Now we set, we relaxed chillin, livin the boss life Every day every night me and the columbians take flight Eight hundred kis to fly across seas When I flip it I make about twelve million gs Im a two thousand ricky ross, transportin the sauce And it pay to be the boss cause when yo ass get crossed Every nigga on the street gets paid [daz] A couple pieces spread, bear arms nigga, warfare nigga Shut down the alarms nigga Time to hit off, get off then break off If he dont kick in the bread then take off Columbian ties, columbian mob members in columbian neckties Columbians disfigured Daz midi machine dillinger Two shotty young gotti, bout to put it on somebody [kurupt] And my mindstate today is fuck everybody Around here, you cant trust nobody Anybodys somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody) Whether its weed or your life or narcotics Anyway you get, you cant trust nobody Around here, you cant trust nobody Anybodys somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody) Whether its weed or your life or narcotics Anyway you get, you cant trust nobody .. shit, who the fuck at the door? Aww man the police fool cmon get out of here man cmon! Flush the shit! flush the coke!!! {toilet flushing sound} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Ya Cant Trust Nobody: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/8848.html Все тексты песен: Kurupt » Kurupt - It Ain`t About You » Kurupt - Ho`s a Housewife » Kurupt - Tequilla » Kurupt - Represent Dat G. C. » Kurupt - Who Ride Wit Us » Kurupt - Can`t Go Wrong » Kurupt - Girls All Pause » Kurupt - It`s a Set Up » Kurupt - I Didn`t Change » Kurupt - It Aint About You » Kurupt - Game » Kurupt - That`s Gangsta » Kurupt - Ask Yourself a Question » Kurupt - Bring Back That G Shit » Kurupt - The Life » Kurupt - Its a Set Up » Kurupt - I Call Shots » Kurupt - Its Time » Kurupt - Bitches » Kurupt - Lay It On Back Рекомендуем скачать: » Дмитрий Кимельфельд, Владимир Семенов - Парад-алле » Дельфин - Собака » Диана Коденко - Продай мне свои стихи... » ДДТ, Юрий Шевчук - Безжизненный край » Дарина - Это была любовь » Дмитрий Нартов, Андрей Яковлев - О любви и о политике » Диана Коденко - Магдалина. Конец века » Дюна - Женька » Диана Коденко - И сон болезненно навязчив... » Дмитрий Бочеко - Две кильки » Дмитрий Шульпов - На Север » Дима Билан - Милая » Дюна - Песенка первоклассника (Дюна) » Дмитрий Бочеко - Только в кругу друзей... » Дмитрий Кулаков - Крылья » Дмитрий Маликов - Мама лето » Диана Коденко - Не стреляйте в артиста » Диана Гурцкая - Верность » ДДТ - Это все я » Дина Баймухаметова - Бреду в бреду по тонкой мостовой...
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