Текст (слова) песни: Low Profile Gangsters - Now They Don`t Ask

[Lil` Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We`d gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
The first day, always had to get a fist in
It`s funny thinking back cuz we were only kids then
Sixteen years old, sitting at the Sheriff station
Detained, what`s your nickname, what gang you claim?
It`s the same as last year officer, it`s all the same
Lil` Rob had fun while it lasted
Who would have thought at eighteen I`d get blasted
Once in the face, got a taste of the bullet
And that`s on the real, I got the scars to prove it
I don`t have to prove shit, that ain`t no bullshit
I did what I did, and that`s the way I used to do it
Eighteen with the bullet, living my life foolish
The day I saw my mom cry was the day I lost my coolness

[Chorus x2: Frank V (Lil` Rob)]
Cuz now they don`t ask where you`re from no more (Where you from ese?)
They just roll along side and pump slugs in your car door (Fuck it homeboy)
So I don`t ask nothing either (Trucha)
I just reach under my seat and heat em up with my heater

[Frank V]
Before you see me retire
You`ll see gun fire
From a big barrel
Desert Eagle, not a sparrow
Ese you don`t know me for shit, so stop thinking that
Liquor got you pumped up, you need to stop drinking that
Cuz ese we kill for real, try and feel
Before they find your remains on my Coupe Deville grill
I`m still crazy after all these years
All these beers, all the blood, sweat, and all these tears
That were shed, for all the homies that are dead
Fell victim to lead, I could give up, but instead
I rode that much harder when I`m out on the bricks
For every one they take of mine, I`m taking out six bitch
Starting off with you, then killing the rest of your punk ass crew
So you better run fast
Cuz those Low Pro Gangsters got some shells for that ass

[Chorus x2]

[Royal T]
Six in the morning, haters at my door
Fresh Nikes squeeking by the bathroom floor
Out my back window, I made my escape
Haters know I`m in my loof from the fresh mixtape
They try to rush my spot
Try to take what I got
I`m Royal T and my heater stay hot
.45 to be exact
Three clips in the mack
Bust shot after shot while I`m under attack

[Yogi]
I used to sport Cortez with my black cascade
In Junior High, hella high, getting the bad grades
Always squabbing with them fools from around the way
Cross your clique out and I leave my name
Four door Caprice Classic, semi-automatic
Don`t get dramatic, fool I`ll let you have it
Sweat on mi cara, bumping Santana
Jumping out the ranfla, fill you full of balas

[Chorus x2]

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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: Low Profile Gangsters - Now They Don`t Ask [Lil` Rob] Remember every year, before the fair We`d gather up the homeboys and we were always there To go down, it was sort of like tradition The first day, always had to get a fist in It`s funny thinking back cuz we were only kids then Sixteen years old, sitting at the Sheriff station Detained, what`s your nickname, what gang you claim? It`s the same as last year officer, it`s all the same Lil` Rob had fun while it lasted Who would have thought at eighteen I`d get blasted Once in the face, got a taste of the bullet And that`s on the real, I got the scars to prove it I don`t have to prove shit, that ain`t no bullshit I did what I did, and that`s the way I used to do it Eighteen with the bullet, living my life foolish The day I saw my mom cry was the day I lost my coolness [Chorus x2: Frank V (Lil` Rob)] Cuz now they don`t ask where you`re from no more (Where you from ese?) They just roll along side and pump slugs in your car door (Fuck it homeboy) So I don`t ask nothing either (Trucha) I just reach under my seat and heat em up with my heater [Frank V] Before you see me retire You`ll see gun fire From a big barrel Desert Eagle, not a sparrow Ese you don`t know me for shit, so stop thinking that Liquor got you pumped up, you need to stop drinking that Cuz ese we kill for real, try and feel Before they find your remains on my Coupe Deville grill I`m still crazy after all these years All these beers, all the blood, sweat, and all these tears That were shed, for all the homies that are dead Fell victim to lead, I could give up, but instead I rode that much harder when I`m out on the bricks For every one they take of mine, I`m taking out six bitch Starting off with you, then killing the rest of your punk ass crew So you better run fast Cuz those Low Pro Gangsters got some shells for that ass [Chorus x2] [Royal T] Six in the morning, haters at my door Fresh Nikes squeeking by the bathroom floor Out my back window, I made my escape Haters know I`m in my loof from the fresh mixtape They try to rush my spot Try to take what I got I`m Royal T and my heater stay hot .45 to be exact Three clips in the mack Bust shot after shot while I`m under attack [Yogi] I used to sport Cortez with my black cascade In Junior High, hella high, getting the bad grades Always squabbing with them fools from around the way Cross your clique out and I leave my name Four door Caprice Classic, semi-automatic Don`t get dramatic, fool I`ll let you have it Sweat on mi cara, bumping Santana Jumping out the ranfla, fill you full of balas [Chorus x2] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Now They Don`t Ask: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/9929.html Все тексты песен: Low Profile Gangsters » Low Profile Gangsters - DTTX and Ese Lil` Rob » Low Profile Gangsters - What the Fuck You Smokin` » Low Profile Gangsters - Bustin` Off Shots » Low Profile Gangsters - Toss it Up » Low Profile Gangsters - Keep it Gangsta » Low Profile Gangsters - Now They Don`t Ask » Low Profile Gangsters - Beat Up » Low Profile Gangsters - You Don`t Wanna Fuck With Us Рекомендуем скачать: » Михаил Щербаков - Заклинанье » Майк Мироненко - Лучше меня » Михаил Володин - Забытые друзья » М.Боярский - Ап! » Машина Времени - Увидеть реку » Михаил Володин - Скоро зима » Михаил Шуфутинский - Кубики » Михаил Трегер - Омар Хайям » Михаил Анчаров - Большая апрельская баллада » Манго-манго - Чкалов » Марк Мерман - Песенка о веселой войне в воздухе (Антуану де Сент-Экзюпери) » Михаил Кочетков - Национально-пессимистическая трагедия о скрипаче Хабибулине » Мумий Тролль - Далеко » Михаил Володин - Мытье посуды » Мария Фаликман - Песенка о бессоннице » Михаил Шуфутинский - Поворую » Мюзикола - Между Алматой и Москвой » Михаил Кайгородцев, Игорь Большев - Ностальгический производственный экспромт » Мария Махова - Входи! Вот дверь в моей квартире... » Марат Тамаев - Может грусть-печаль до срока заела...
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