Текст (слова) песни: Master P f Kane and Abel - Ghetto D

[Chorus: Master P (4X)]
Throw em up if you a soldier,
if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and the rollers

The clock hits twelve, I`m on the grind
Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy
And I got more sealers than JC Pennies
Throw it up if you a soldier
But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers
You better duck down quick when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots
I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water
From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters
From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd`s
Not every nigga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy
Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it

Chorus

I`m a represent my hood till I die
And when I`m gone put it on the blimp and let it ride
Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P
A ghetto nigga, live and made history
Aint no mugging, just thugs with me
Aint no hugging, aint no loving P
These ghetto heroes is dead and gone
That`s why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone
I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland
Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games
Nickel plated meters knocking down doors
With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo`s
So watch your back when you hustling crack
Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real
And only cars get brand new grills

Chorus

[Kane & Abel]
Automatic gats for combat what we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz`s and crack
We killing with tatooes our guns and balls
The car with the tek-nine in my droor
Went from selling double up`s to going double platimum
For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping
Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud
What`s up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz
I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier
I`m cold bro, even sold my mamma a boulder
Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with five G`s which a hustle for D
Now selling gold LP`s, that`s a hustling for cheese
G`s don`t give a fuck till the world blow up
Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers

[Master P]
No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!

Chorus

Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям:

Прямая ссылка на текст песни Ghetto D:
http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/16527.html

Все тексты песен: Master P f Kane and Abel
» Master P f Kane and Abel - Ghetto D
» Master P f Kane and Abel - Throw Em Up


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: Master P f Kane and Abel - Ghetto D [Chorus: Master P (4X)] Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and the rollers The clock hits twelve, I`m on the grind Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy And I got more sealers than JC Pennies Throw it up if you a soldier But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers You better duck down quick when the tank pops Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd`s Not every nigga in the hood knows me Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it Chorus I`m a represent my hood till I die And when I`m gone put it on the blimp and let it ride Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P A ghetto nigga, live and made history Aint no mugging, just thugs with me Aint no hugging, aint no loving P These ghetto heroes is dead and gone That`s why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games Nickel plated meters knocking down doors With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo`s So watch your back when you hustling crack Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real And only cars get brand new grills Chorus [Kane & Abel] Automatic gats for combat what we pack Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz`s and crack We killing with tatooes our guns and balls The car with the tek-nine in my droor Went from selling double up`s to going double platimum For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud What`s up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier I`m cold bro, even sold my mamma a boulder Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia Quarter keys with five G`s which a hustle for D Now selling gold LP`s, that`s a hustling for cheese G`s don`t give a fuck till the world blow up Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers [Master P] No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya! Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Ghetto D: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/16527.html Все тексты песен: Master P f Kane and Abel » Master P f Kane and Abel - Ghetto D » Master P f Kane and Abel - Throw Em Up Рекомендуем скачать: » l7 - war with you \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Limp Bizkit - Faith » Live - Paper Flowers » Lynn Anderson - Cry, Cry Again » Luscious Jackson - Dont Look Back » Legend Maker - Last Chapter » link 80 - enough \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Lords Of Acid - Pop Goes The Weasel » Lauryn Hill f St. Francis Choir - Joyful, Joyful » Luniz f Eightball and MJG - In My Nature » Linkin Park - Rnw@y » Lucien George `Lou$tar` - Ain`t No Stoppin` Me (Shelton Benjamin) » Lifer - No Need » Linkin Park - place for my head4 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » ligabue - Eri Bellissima » Lords Of The New Church - L`il Boys Play With Dolls » Leo Sayer - Another Year » Lonestar - Tequila Talkin` » Lonestar - Heartbroke Everyday » Lionel Richie - Say You
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»