Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Serv-On - Strap Up

[Mr. Serv On]
I like to get that wild thing, street or city.
Huh? What ya`ll bout?
Huh? What you bout?

You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit

Ya`ll niggas call your self killas,
but ya`ll don`t know the fuck a killa is
Oh I represent my block and I don`t give a fuck about his
I done been in the Bronx with Fat Joe and Big Pun,
and ain`t no bitches on theirs
And I done roll through Watts where the mutherfucka killin
And never motherfuckin stop
Or in St. Louis, where a nigga break your muthafuckin` neck
and step in your chest nigga that`s what the fuck I call respect
They ask me why the fuck I write these type of words
Go to Memphis nigga and ask every nigga
Why the fuck you steal so many quarter birds on the curb
Better yet, go to Chi Town and ask every nigga in the Y 100`s
Friend Town or Madison Ave., why the fuck they wanna put they pistol down
Cause we soldiers nigga, with out a fuckin life
And I don`t give a fuck what city your from,
nigga put em up cause it`s on tonight

Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I`m from Houston, and I don`t like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I`m from Dallas, and I don`t like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I`m from Atlanta, and I don`t like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I`m from Miami, and I don`t like ya

You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit

[Fiend]
I, from the gumbo, where some for, smoke till they humble
And when we rumble, and tumble, we strap till the sun go
Ratta tatta pow, on my gun go, learned it from my uncle
Get more then one shottie, maybe bout a trunk full
Our love goes, duckin po po`s, hoes on the go go
Takin no no`s, don`t let the eyes close, with seven zeros
Gotta hero, and sista, me, and only me
Combat ready from the midwest to the California streets
Nigga`s that only take the heat, bring loud and foster beats
Florida, Chi Town, to the Magnolia Leaf
If you wanna keep your teeth, and have respect when you speak
Represent your clothes and war thats hard as me

[Mr. Serv-On]
Strap up my tennis shoes, get choppers
Bitch I`m from Baton Rouge, and I don`t like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I`m from Louisville, and I don`t like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I`m from Birmingham, and I don`t like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I`m from Mississippi, and I don`t like ya

You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit

Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I`m from Streetport, and I don`t like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers

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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: Mr. Serv-On - Strap Up [Mr. Serv On] I like to get that wild thing, street or city. Huh? What ya`ll bout? Huh? What you bout? You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shit They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shit They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit Ya`ll niggas call your self killas, but ya`ll don`t know the fuck a killa is Oh I represent my block and I don`t give a fuck about his I done been in the Bronx with Fat Joe and Big Pun, and ain`t no bitches on theirs And I done roll through Watts where the mutherfucka killin And never motherfuckin stop Or in St. Louis, where a nigga break your muthafuckin` neck and step in your chest nigga that`s what the fuck I call respect They ask me why the fuck I write these type of words Go to Memphis nigga and ask every nigga Why the fuck you steal so many quarter birds on the curb Better yet, go to Chi Town and ask every nigga in the Y 100`s Friend Town or Madison Ave., why the fuck they wanna put they pistol down Cause we soldiers nigga, with out a fuckin life And I don`t give a fuck what city your from, nigga put em up cause it`s on tonight Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers Bitch I`m from Houston, and I don`t like ya Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers Bitch I`m from Dallas, and I don`t like ya Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers Bitch I`m from Atlanta, and I don`t like ya Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers Bitch I`m from Miami, and I don`t like ya You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shit They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shit They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit [Fiend] I, from the gumbo, where some for, smoke till they humble And when we rumble, and tumble, we strap till the sun go Ratta tatta pow, on my gun go, learned it from my uncle Get more then one shottie, maybe bout a trunk full Our love goes, duckin po po`s, hoes on the go go Takin no no`s, don`t let the eyes close, with seven zeros Gotta hero, and sista, me, and only me Combat ready from the midwest to the California streets Nigga`s that only take the heat, bring loud and foster beats Florida, Chi Town, to the Magnolia Leaf If you wanna keep your teeth, and have respect when you speak Represent your clothes and war thats hard as me [Mr. Serv-On] Strap up my tennis shoes, get choppers Bitch I`m from Baton Rouge, and I don`t like ya Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers Bitch I`m from Louisville, and I don`t like ya Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers Bitch I`m from Birmingham, and I don`t like ya Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers Bitch I`m from Mississippi, and I don`t like ya You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shit They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit You bout some gangsta shit, I`m bout some gangsta shit They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers Bitch I`m from Streetport, and I don`t like ya Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Strap Up: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/14233.html Все тексты песен: Mr. Serv-On » Mr. Serv-On - Throw Ya City Up » Mr. Serv-On - It`s Real » Mr. Serv-On - Hustlin` » Mr. Serv-On - Snatch Them Hoez Up » Mr. Serv-On - Heaven Is So Close » Mr. Serv-On - From N.Y. to N.O. » Mr. Serv-On - My Story » Mr. Serv-On - My Best Friend » Mr. Serv-On - I Hate the Way I Live » Mr. Serv-On - Boot `Em Up » Mr. Serv-On - My Homies » Mr. Serv-On - War Is Me » Mr. Serv-On - We Got It » Mr. Serv-On - Foolish soundtrack » Mr. Serv-On - Die Rich » Mr. Serv-On - Freaky Dreams » Mr. Serv-On - Life-N-Loss » Mr. Serv-On - 1 2 3 » Mr. Serv-On - Calmdown Na » Mr. Serv-On - Watching Me Рекомендуем скачать: » Зоя Ященко - Попрошайка » Земфира - Друг » Замша - Магнум » Застольные песни - Песня о друге » Злата Кудинова - Не ищи меня в море » Зинур Миналиев - Открытое письмо советского специалиста по оргазму на I всемирную конференцию в Дели » Звуки МУ, Петр Мамонов - Лень » Звездинский Михаил - Зачем вам это знать » Зоя Ященко - Недописанная Новогодняя » Застольные песни - Не знаю я теперь покоя » Застольные песни - Пожелание » Зинур Миналиев - Каждому » Зоя Ященко - Так восходит луна » Золотое кольцо - Деревенская дорога » Заречный Гриша - Дворовая » Земфира - Так и оставим » Зинур Миналиев - Уходит день, уже звонят к Всенощной... » Золотое кольцо - Очаровательные глазки » Застольные песни - Лилия » Звездинский Михаил - Я больше Вам не напишу
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