Текст (слова) песни: M.O.P. - Down 4 Whateva

Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this shit out

Verse one: O.C.

Now check this motherfucking capo right here
Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip
We gon` jam when its time to blast!
Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your ass
We done played the background, ay-yo all my peops
I`m naming names, fuck it, it`s on
I`m taking it back to some Brooklyn shit
With this ten-man clique
Who don`t know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit
And if you ever think it can`t happen to you
You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes
I ain`t playin no more, I`m gonna bring it to your ass raw
I flipped the word around, nigga, this means WAR
Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn`s on the map forever
To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever
With Mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot
To Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE
(Come on)

Chorus:

Flatbush *cut and scratched*
--Crown Heights-- "Thought I`d remind y`all"
Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad)
"Thought I`d remind y`all" *scratching*
Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I) Thought I`d remind y`all"
?? *cut and scratched*
--East New York-- "Thought I`d remind y`all"

Verse two: Lil` Fame

I used to roll `em, this is a holdup
MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole
up
This game ain`t changed cause I became a rapping dude
I`m still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude
(Try to act rude) Play the mascott
With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got
Clap, shot the body, I`m keeping it real
That cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the Hill
That whole shit was animation, immitation
When I shipped that ass on out, like immigration
Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation
Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION
Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.`s
Flippin this track with O.C.
Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga!
Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga!

Chorus

Verse three: Billy Danze

Hot damn! Danze shot your head
Full cooperation, I`m taking donations, ante up the bread
(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone
So the balance that I wrote like ???, we`re taking on
Put the rest of that shit in the bag
I would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don`t make me mad
(Here we go again!) You ain`t known, I control my destiny
I only got love for the thugs that`s next to me
(Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I`m ill
*pause* I told ya, I`m real!
And I`ve been doing a double danly
Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don`t fail me)
Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be even
I`m one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in
(Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping
(At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing

*scratching* --Brooklyn-- "Thought I`d remind y`all"

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» M.O.P. - G Building
» M.O.P. - F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangstas)
» M.O.P. - First Family for Life
» M.O.P. - Firing Squad
» M.O.P. - Old Timerz
» M.O.P. - Downtown Swinga 96
» M.O.P. - Drama Lord
» M.O.P. - Roll Call
» M.O.P. - Foundation
» M.O.P. - How About Some Hardcore
» M.O.P. - Brownsville
» M.O.P. - Face Off
» M.O.P. - Fly Nigga Hill Figga *
» M.O.P. - Illside of Town
» M.O.P. - Salute
» M.O.P. - O.C.M.O.P.
» M.O.P. - Top of the Line
» M.O.P. - My Nigga Hillfigga
» M.O.P. - Ride


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: M.O.P. - Down 4 Whateva Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this shit out Verse one: O.C. Now check this motherfucking capo right here Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip We gon` jam when its time to blast! Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your ass We done played the background, ay-yo all my peops I`m naming names, fuck it, it`s on I`m taking it back to some Brooklyn shit With this ten-man clique Who don`t know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit And if you ever think it can`t happen to you You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes I ain`t playin no more, I`m gonna bring it to your ass raw I flipped the word around, nigga, this means WAR Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn`s on the map forever To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever With Mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot To Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE (Come on) Chorus: Flatbush cut and scratched --Crown Heights-- "Thought I`d remind y`all" Brownsville cut and scratched (Firing Squad) "Thought I`d remind y`all" scratching Bushwick cut and scratched "(See I) Thought I`d remind y`all" ?? cut and scratched --East New York-- "Thought I`d remind y`all" Verse two: Lil` Fame I used to roll `em, this is a holdup MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole up This game ain`t changed cause I became a rapping dude I`m still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude (Try to act rude) Play the mascott With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got Clap, shot the body, I`m keeping it real That cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the Hill That whole shit was animation, immitation When I shipped that ass on out, like immigration Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.`s Flippin this track with O.C. Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga! Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga! Chorus Verse three: Billy Danze Hot damn! Danze shot your head Full cooperation, I`m taking donations, ante up the bread (Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone So the balance that I wrote like ???, we`re taking on Put the rest of that shit in the bag I would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don`t make me mad (Here we go again!) You ain`t known, I control my destiny I only got love for the thugs that`s next to me (Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I`m ill pause I told ya, I`m real! And I`ve been doing a double danly Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don`t fail me) Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be even I`m one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in (Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping (At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing scratching --Brooklyn-- "Thought I`d remind y`all" Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Down 4 Whateva: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/12966.html Все тексты песен: M.O.P. » M.O.P. - Down 4 Whateva » M.O.P. - G Building » M.O.P. - F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangstas) » M.O.P. - First Family for Life » M.O.P. - Firing Squad » M.O.P. - Old Timerz » M.O.P. - Downtown Swinga 96 » M.O.P. - Drama Lord » M.O.P. - Roll Call » M.O.P. - Foundation » M.O.P. - How About Some Hardcore » M.O.P. - Brownsville » M.O.P. - Face Off » M.O.P. - Fly Nigga Hill Figga * » M.O.P. - Illside of Town » M.O.P. - Salute » M.O.P. - O.C.M.O.P. » M.O.P. - Top of the Line » M.O.P. - My Nigga Hillfigga » M.O.P. - Ride Рекомендуем скачать: » Борис Есипов - Есть дружок у меня, его можно понять... » Булат Окуджава - Одна победа » Бригадный подряд - Мордобой » Беломорканал - КРЕСТЫ » Борис Вайханский - О блондине, брюнете и утерянном берете (работа с рифмой) » Борис Гордон - Новая дачная песня » Борис Бурда - Монолог мальчика из провинции » Борис Вячеславов - Олово » Борис Вайханский - Капель » Булат Окуджава - Время идет, хоть шути » Ботаника - Под Луганском родился » Би-2 - К оружию » Борис Моисеев - Глухонемая любовь » Борис Гольдштейн - Перечитывая программу слета Хала-Бала » Борис Вячеславов - Я приветствую Вас, маэстро... » Браво - Дорога в облака » Борис Вахнюк - Если еще не темно... » Борис Моисеев - Щелкунчик (Б.Моисеев и Н.Трубач) » Борис Гордон - Теперь всегда снега » Борис Вахнюк - Так было, было... Значит, повторится...
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