Текст (слова) песни: MC Eiht - Flatline

Geah

Thug shit, check this out

Compton, geah

I dont think they heard me on this one

I said: compton, nigga!

Thats how we doin it

Regulating for all the gangstas

West side, nigga, hoo-bangin gangstas, you know Im sayin

Check this out

I said I dig into yo body, you catch the flatline

Comtpon, where we from, nigga?

Compton, all day, nigga

We gon start it like this

Check this out

Way back 4-4s seven years in the pen

.38 with wooden handles and a fifth with gin

Let me begin, before the days of committin sins

I was a lil knucklehead getting courted in

Till I die c.p.t., yall cant budge me

Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, cant judge me

Im lettin the fire spit, yall fools catchin some slugs

I regulate, servin you way that straight thug

You know if youre slippin you get laid up in the mud

Take over your spot, pushin china white and bud

The devious, the mind blowin, the over-throwin

Christmas everyday in the hood, I keep it snowin

Its hot like that where Im from

You bitches tryin to test, you meet the m-1

From sun up, nigga, to sun down

I pull out, your gat go down

Bitches, I run town, what up?

Geah

I said I dig into yo body, you catch the flatline...

Yall start runnin and screamin and pushin

And yellin and slippin and duckin

When you see the tec-9 buckin

Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish they hid

Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin billy the kid

You be layin on your back tryin to catch yo breath

Life starts to flash, now youre nearing death

Whats left, bitch? you see the glock starts tickin

Die, as I blast one more you stop kickin

Flee the scene to my next to akin

Call back to the house, so they fly in ends

Just made a real close trip to the pen

And in another town I start the same trend

I sets up shot cuz your ass is done

Hoo-bang all day, my uzi weighs a ton

Aint no fun if you dont want none

Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, youre numb

Cmon, geah

Chorus...

My mind got me caught in a twist, I cant cope

I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin dope

Certain territories yo ass couldnt float

And if you caught slippin, then fool, thats all she wrote

I like the life while dippin blocks with heats

Im ready in a second to stop yo heartbeat

Fuckin around in the hood, smokin with hoes

Violators hit the blocks, we hittin the floors

Yall aint caught us slippin, only wasted your ammo

We dips back through, dumps with the 4-4

Hollows come out the dark chamber

Express my anger, never run from danger

Servin mo yayo, dash from the ranger

Die by the hand of the unknown stranger

My position is stick, situation is thick

I ride with real muthafuckas and hit licks

The compton lunatic, way too sick

Conflict you pick, hear the 9 click, cmon

Chorus...

Geah

Comtpon gangsters all day

Hoo-bangin affiliates

You catch the flatline

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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: MC Eiht - Flatline Geah Thug shit, check this out Compton, geah I dont think they heard me on this one I said: compton, nigga! Thats how we doin it Regulating for all the gangstas West side, nigga, hoo-bangin gangstas, you know Im sayin Check this out I said I dig into yo body, you catch the flatline Comtpon, where we from, nigga? Compton, all day, nigga We gon start it like this Check this out Way back 4-4s seven years in the pen .38 with wooden handles and a fifth with gin Let me begin, before the days of committin sins I was a lil knucklehead getting courted in Till I die c.p.t., yall cant budge me Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, cant judge me Im lettin the fire spit, yall fools catchin some slugs I regulate, servin you way that straight thug You know if youre slippin you get laid up in the mud Take over your spot, pushin china white and bud The devious, the mind blowin, the over-throwin Christmas everyday in the hood, I keep it snowin Its hot like that where Im from You bitches tryin to test, you meet the m-1 From sun up, nigga, to sun down I pull out, your gat go down Bitches, I run town, what up? Geah I said I dig into yo body, you catch the flatline... Yall start runnin and screamin and pushin And yellin and slippin and duckin When you see the tec-9 buckin Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish they hid Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin billy the kid You be layin on your back tryin to catch yo breath Life starts to flash, now youre nearing death Whats left, bitch? you see the glock starts tickin Die, as I blast one more you stop kickin Flee the scene to my next to akin Call back to the house, so they fly in ends Just made a real close trip to the pen And in another town I start the same trend I sets up shot cuz your ass is done Hoo-bang all day, my uzi weighs a ton Aint no fun if you dont want none Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, youre numb Cmon, geah Chorus... My mind got me caught in a twist, I cant cope I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin dope Certain territories yo ass couldnt float And if you caught slippin, then fool, thats all she wrote I like the life while dippin blocks with heats Im ready in a second to stop yo heartbeat Fuckin around in the hood, smokin with hoes Violators hit the blocks, we hittin the floors Yall aint caught us slippin, only wasted your ammo We dips back through, dumps with the 4-4 Hollows come out the dark chamber Express my anger, never run from danger Servin mo yayo, dash from the ranger Die by the hand of the unknown stranger My position is stick, situation is thick I ride with real muthafuckas and hit licks The compton lunatic, way too sick Conflict you pick, hear the 9 click, cmon Chorus... Geah Comtpon gangsters all day Hoo-bangin affiliates You catch the flatline Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Flatline: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/14425.html Все тексты песен: MC Eiht » MC Eiht - All Day Everyday » MC Eiht - Def Wish III (Intro) » MC Eiht - Dayz of 89 » MC Eiht - Living N Tha Streets » MC Eiht - Got Cha Humpin » MC Eiht - Love 4 Tha Hood » MC Eiht - Iii Tha Hood Way » MC Eiht - Def Wish Iv » MC Eiht - Fuc Your Hood » MC Eiht - Any Meanz » MC Eiht - Killin Nigguz » MC Eiht - Hold Up » MC Eiht - Tough Guyz » MC Eiht - Rule #1 » MC Eiht - Hood Ratz » MC Eiht - Me My Bitch » MC Eiht - Thicker Than Water » MC Eiht - Def Wish III » MC Eiht - Caution » MC Eiht - Automatic Рекомендуем скачать: » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - За мной » Хромов Юра - Я ПРИДУ » Хабарова Кира - Ля-мур » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Про лето » Хвостенко Алексей - Пасмурный день » Хабарова Кира - Санитары » Хромов Юра - ТОСКА » Хромов Юра - ПОЛУНОЧНЫЙ ЭКСПРЕСС » Хабарова Кира - Петербург » Хабарова Кира - Снег сошел » Хабарова Кира - Лошадка-судьба » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Запоминай » Хромов Юра - СЕСТРА-РАЗЛУКА » Хвостенко Алексей - Сучка с сумочкой » Хабарова Кира - Кривые ножки » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Я люблю » Хабарова Кира - Ворон » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - 999 » Хабарова Кира - Старый еврей » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Почтовый поезд
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