Текст (слова) песни: Too $hort - Burn Rubber

Inside beotch
Yeah you know about that, real players
The real ones

[Verse One]
I burn rubber on you quick as hell
You need some toilet paper, don`t shit on yourself
When you see me rollin in luxury
I won`t fuck witchu, so don`t fuck with me
I`m just ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I look at all the young hoes trippin
It`s no big deal when little hotties get hot
When niggaz get jealous, somebody get shot
You in love? Might make you lose your mind
That`s why I run these gray girls, two at a time
With no discretion, to me you`re so depressin
Actin like you don`t know, my profession
I look at them thighs, and look at them titties
Take your ass straight on out, of Sin City
Wearin all pink just like Hello Kitty
Bringin back all C-notes and no fifties

{*scratched: "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"*}

[Verse Two]
Burnin rubber on these bitches, so fast..
Burn rubber as you smash all fast
Tell it like $hort, no ass, no pass
All you Santa Claus players, be on your way
With a bag full of toys on the back of your sleigh
You hit your girls house, one by one
Climb down the chimney, and give `em all somethin
You trick, don`t come around me frontin
Talkin `bout how you pimpin givin hoes what they wantin
You worse than a studio gangsta
Behind closed doors, gettin his bootyhole spanked up
You suckers disrespect the game
All these video hoes out there spittin your name
You love it when they make that, ass clap
But she don`t give me no cash, I`ll pass it back
... I kick her where she stash the crack
In the plastic sack, when she crash the `llac
Punk bitch!

{*scratched: "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"*}

[Verse Three]
They tryin to give the rap game to some real punks
It`s just like when disco, killed the funk
Can`t tell me nothin, when I know I`m right
Like a bowlegged bitch with a overbite, that suck it right
Player this pimp don`t lie
How many porn stars you know that went to Crenshaw High?
A lot of fuckin for a whole lot of nuttin
You just wannabe noticed so you`re out there sluttin
I never really cared about popular fame
It`s all about sittin on top of the game
So don`t stop `til your panties drop
Fuck the mayor, the preacher, and a cop
You better tell him what it cost, get his mind on track
Cause he look like he lost
Bring him back, and dig in his pockets quick
Steal his watch, and make sure he got a drop, beotch

{*scratched: "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"*}

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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: Too $hort - Burn Rubber Inside beotch Yeah you know about that, real players The real ones [Verse One] I burn rubber on you quick as hell You need some toilet paper, don`t shit on yourself When you see me rollin in luxury I won`t fuck witchu, so don`t fuck with me I`m just ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin I look at all the young hoes trippin It`s no big deal when little hotties get hot When niggaz get jealous, somebody get shot You in love? Might make you lose your mind That`s why I run these gray girls, two at a time With no discretion, to me you`re so depressin Actin like you don`t know, my profession I look at them thighs, and look at them titties Take your ass straight on out, of Sin City Wearin all pink just like Hello Kitty Bringin back all C-notes and no fifties {scratched: "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"} [Verse Two] Burnin rubber on these bitches, so fast.. Burn rubber as you smash all fast Tell it like $hort, no ass, no pass All you Santa Claus players, be on your way With a bag full of toys on the back of your sleigh You hit your girls house, one by one Climb down the chimney, and give `em all somethin You trick, don`t come around me frontin Talkin `bout how you pimpin givin hoes what they wantin You worse than a studio gangsta Behind closed doors, gettin his bootyhole spanked up You suckers disrespect the game All these video hoes out there spittin your name You love it when they make that, ass clap But she don`t give me no cash, I`ll pass it back ... I kick her where she stash the crack In the plastic sack, when she crash the `llac Punk bitch! {scratched: "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"} [Verse Three] They tryin to give the rap game to some real punks It`s just like when disco, killed the funk Can`t tell me nothin, when I know I`m right Like a bowlegged bitch with a overbite, that suck it right Player this pimp don`t lie How many porn stars you know that went to Crenshaw High? A lot of fuckin for a whole lot of nuttin You just wannabe noticed so you`re out there sluttin I never really cared about popular fame It`s all about sittin on top of the game So don`t stop `til your panties drop Fuck the mayor, the preacher, and a cop You better tell him what it cost, get his mind on track Cause he look like he lost Bring him back, and dig in his pockets quick Steal his watch, and make sure he got a drop, beotch {scratched: "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Burn Rubber: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/10688.html Все тексты песен: Too $hort » Too $hort - Life is... Too $hort » Too $hort - Life Is... Too Short » Too $hort - Ain`t No Bitches » Too $hort - Gotta Get Some Lovin` » Too $hort - Married to the Game » Too $hort - Fuck My Car » Too $hort - Burn Rubber » Too $hort - What She Gonna Do? » Too $hort - Get It » Too $hort - All the Time » Too $hort - I Ain`t Trippin » Too $hort - The Bitch Sucks Dick » Too $hort - I Must Confess » Too $hort - Can I Get A Bitch » Too $hort - The Ghetto » Too $hort - Don`t Hate the Player » Too $hort - $hort Dog`s in the House » Too $hort - Paula & Janet » Too $hort - Boyz N the Hood soundtrack » Too $hort - Don`t Stop Rapping Рекомендуем скачать: » Гарик Кричевский - Таня-джан » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Хорошо! » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Лес » Геннадий Жуков - Лебедь » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Родина » Голицына Катерина - Если ты меня не дождёшься » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Свое говно не пахнет » Гарик Кричевский - Номенклатурная дача » Гости из Будущего - Разбить души твоей окна » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Передозировка » Гайк Мкртчян - В нашем ущелье... » Геннадий Жаров - Мурманск » Григорий Дикштейн - Крепи ряды, шестидесятник » Григорий Дикштейн - Шансонье (Жоржу Брассансу, Франция) » Георгий Лепский, Павел Коган - Бригантина » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Красное знамя » Геннадий Васильев - И я сказал: Храни тебя Господь!... » Голубые гитары - Ветер северный » Григорий Дикштейн - В нашей жизни все устроилось иначе... » Григорий Дикштейн - Баллада о звездах
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