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
Меню
» Главная» Музыка » Правила » В избранное |
[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
Прямая ссылка на текст песни Throw Em Up: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/4916.html » Master P - Basketball » Master P - Ghetto in the Sky » Master P - Hit Em Up » Master P - Psycho Rhymes » Master P - Come and Get Something » Master P - I`m Alright » Master P - Commercial (Young Guns) » Master P - Black and White » Master P - Respect My Game » Master P - Converse B-Ball » Master P - Dope Mann » Master P - Da Last Don » Master P - We All We Got » Master P - What I`m Bout » Master P - Mama`s Bad Boy » Master P - A Woman » Master P - Meal Ticket » Master P - Only God Can Judge Me » Master P - Locked Up » Master P - Let`s Ride (Radio Edit) » cyclefly - Drive » Corrosion Of Conformity - Excluded » Chameleons - One Flesh » Crazytown - BBoy 2000 » Cky - flesh into gear | текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Cracker - Blue Rosebuds » clapton eric - bad love2 | текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Coal Chamber - El Cu Cuy » Company Flow - The Fire in Which You Burn » Crash Test Dummies - Two Knights And Maidens » Carlos Gardel - Golondrina » Cales - Statues » Chantal Kreviazuk - Julia » Conejo - Neighborhood Vida Vol. 1 » Cher - The Beat Goes On » crow sheryl - What Can I Do For You » Clannad - I See Red » Celine Dion - I Drove All Night » Cannibal Corpse - Fucked With A Knife » Cream & Eric Clapton - Running On Faith |
|
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»
|