Текст (слова) песни: Low Profile Gangsters - Beat Up

What`s up dog
What`s up ey
What`s up perro
Yeah
I run with the real ones
Simon
Hey drop that shit holmes

[Chorus x2: Frank V]
If you a sucker on the streets you`re getting beat up
If you a sucker in jail you`re PC`d up
And we don`t stop riding till the homies is free`d up
We g`d up from the feet up

[Royal T]
Are you a real gangster, a real shooter
Or just a prankster, cyber banger on your computer
Motherfucking phony, ese you don`t know me
Only true blue can hang with real homies
Ese you get trapped up and slapped up
Drag your ass the the woods, you get wrapped up and capped up
Low Pro run the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil` Rob]
Hey homeboy why you wanna start shit, I`ll shoot up your apartments
And if I go out, I`ll make sure I go out like Vargas
Fighting to the finish, Lil` Rob the sickest
Fucking up the program, cold like a snowman
Making you say oh man, slow you down like a slow jam
Leave you walking like an old man
I`ve got the formula, the formula to be destroying ya
Bullet holes all over ya, nice knowing ya

[Chorus x2]

[Frank V]
Holla at your boy Frank V when I`m rolling through your area
But not too loud cuz you know that I carry a
Four five auto, rich like lotto
The world is mine, or at least that`s my motto
Chrome rims spinning, hoodrats grinning
Jesus piece around my neck but I can`t stop sinning
Little homey I`m a true blue, I thought you knew fool
No cards I can`t pull, no hoods I can`t shoot through
Big pimping you never thought could exist
Low Pro on my chest, Frank V on my wrist
Where you`re at I`ve been, where I`m at you`ll never be
There`s other rappers in this bitch but ain`t none like me
Cuz I`m a shining star, ese fuck who you are
You got thugs in your car, I`ll put slugs in your car
You got plaques on your wall, I`ll put your backs on the wall
I`ll subtract all of y`all, I`ma ball till I fall

[Chorus x2]

[True Breed]
Low Profile, SD 619
This California hustle make me California grind
Getting mine, so we don`t waste nobody`s time
Pick up my pants and tuck away my black nine
Hard rhyme, that`s all I got shaking up your spot
Beating down your block, getting sighted by thirty cops
You wanna be a G, wanna be just like me
Face the consequences, stay sucker free

[Bandit]
I keep it gangster loc, my life for the cash
Dumping shots at fools until their heads hit the dash
Doing dirt, put it work on these LA streets
Bringing real with my steel as I blast my heat
Getting high, born to ride cuz that`s the way shit goes
Got fools all around just to let you know
Phat Bandit keep it cracking, keep pushing the keys
For player hation, home invasion trying to stop my G`s

[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 - Beat Up What`s up dog What`s up ey What`s up perro Yeah I run with the real ones Simon Hey drop that shit holmes [Chorus x2: Frank V] If you a sucker on the streets you`re getting beat up If you a sucker in jail you`re PC`d up And we don`t stop riding till the homies is free`d up We g`d up from the feet up [Royal T] Are you a real gangster, a real shooter Or just a prankster, cyber banger on your computer Motherfucking phony, ese you don`t know me Only true blue can hang with real homies Ese you get trapped up and slapped up Drag your ass the the woods, you get wrapped up and capped up Low Pro run the streets so, who you telling After your death maybe your shit will start selling [Lil` Rob] Hey homeboy why you wanna start shit, I`ll shoot up your apartments And if I go out, I`ll make sure I go out like Vargas Fighting to the finish, Lil` Rob the sickest Fucking up the program, cold like a snowman Making you say oh man, slow you down like a slow jam Leave you walking like an old man I`ve got the formula, the formula to be destroying ya Bullet holes all over ya, nice knowing ya [Chorus x2] [Frank V] Holla at your boy Frank V when I`m rolling through your area But not too loud cuz you know that I carry a Four five auto, rich like lotto The world is mine, or at least that`s my motto Chrome rims spinning, hoodrats grinning Jesus piece around my neck but I can`t stop sinning Little homey I`m a true blue, I thought you knew fool No cards I can`t pull, no hoods I can`t shoot through Big pimping you never thought could exist Low Pro on my chest, Frank V on my wrist Where you`re at I`ve been, where I`m at you`ll never be There`s other rappers in this bitch but ain`t none like me Cuz I`m a shining star, ese fuck who you are You got thugs in your car, I`ll put slugs in your car You got plaques on your wall, I`ll put your backs on the wall I`ll subtract all of y`all, I`ma ball till I fall [Chorus x2] [True Breed] Low Profile, SD 619 This California hustle make me California grind Getting mine, so we don`t waste nobody`s time Pick up my pants and tuck away my black nine Hard rhyme, that`s all I got shaking up your spot Beating down your block, getting sighted by thirty cops You wanna be a G, wanna be just like me Face the consequences, stay sucker free [Bandit] I keep it gangster loc, my life for the cash Dumping shots at fools until their heads hit the dash Doing dirt, put it work on these LA streets Bringing real with my steel as I blast my heat Getting high, born to ride cuz that`s the way shit goes Got fools all around just to let you know Phat Bandit keep it cracking, keep pushing the keys For player hation, home invasion trying to stop my G`s [Chorus x2] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Beat Up: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/9934.html Все тексты песен: Low Profile Gangsters » Low Profile Gangsters - You Don`t Wanna Fuck With Us » Low Profile Gangsters - Toss it Up » Low Profile Gangsters - What the Fuck You Smokin` » Low Profile Gangsters - Now They Don`t Ask » Low Profile Gangsters - Keep it Gangsta » Low Profile Gangsters - Bustin` Off Shots » Low Profile Gangsters - DTTX and Ese Lil` Rob » Low Profile Gangsters - Beat Up Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий Панюшкин - Белые снега » Юрий Левитанский, Аркадий Лебедев - Что-то случилось, нас все покидают... » Юрий Зыков - Свадьба (из музыкальной сказки Город мастеров) » Юрий Визбор - Вересковый куст » Юрий (Георгий) Аделунг - Песня кающегося монаха » Юрий Вайханский - Мой голубой рояль » Юрий Панюшкин - Сезон последнего дождя... » Юрий Нестеренко - Рождество 1944 года » Юрий Лорес - Под мостом Мирабо вечно новая » Юрий Панюшкин - Друзьям » Юрий Антонов - Третий день » Юрий Никулин - Если б я был султан... » Юлий Ким - Федя » Юрий Бендюков - Не ищи виноватых... » Юрий Карпов - Весенняя » Юрий Наумов - Пьяница Радуги » Юрий Борисов - Перед боем » Юрий Визбор - Излишний вес. Разговор двух дам, подслушанный правдивым автором в ресторане аэропорта города Челябин » Юрий Любаров - Рассказ шахтера алмазной шахты » Юрий Наумов - Куда течет твоя кровь?
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