Текст (слова) песни: The L.O.X. - Exit Wounds soundtrack

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Shit is crazy.. can`t believe it
Ha, haha, oooh, shit

We don`t give a fuck about you frostin` ya hand (fuck),
cause knockin` off these bricks then often yo` man
That`s the kinda boss that I am (why not),
and I`ma play shotgun, smoke the pores make a van
Hollarin` at you so deep and so sick wit` the guns
When I walk by the wake I want the cough in the stand (stand up)
So hold up for one minute (what)
You won`t catch me in the tub, in the whip,
or the club without a gun in it,
and don`t come through the strip,
lookin` hard in the car, with ya motherfuckin` daughter and ya son in it
Lately I been missin` my fred, the roof pop (too hot),
but feel me cause he hittin` the stairs, the truth pop
Niggaz think this album cuts (haha!)
I`m like fuck it, I`m the nigga comin through the door wit two revolvers up (two `em),
and I`m takin` all drama,
and I spent twenty thou` motherfucker so I just got more problems

[Chorus]
You got`sta bust yo` gun,
cause if you don`t then niggaz know you won`t they gon` touch yo` ones
Got`sta bend yo` knife,
cause if you don`t then niggaz know you won`t they gon` change yo` life

Aiyyo, who gotta my name huh?
Who think it`s a fuckin` game (c`mon)
Like yo` money can`t be found under the cane (y`know)
Like yo` body can`t be found under the trains
Like this punk we`ll shatter apart your brain (bla!)
I`ma thug wit` no scars, and no braids,
but I could aim, and shoot through the heart or your shades
I`m too row, plus too quick on the gat (uh-huh)
Hate water, but I leave you wit` a wills play-back
I don`t give a fuck if all y`all go to the cops,
and I don`t give a fuck if none of y`all gimmie my props
I got shit in my name and my credit is worse
What`s to stop me from shootin` you first? FUCK YOU! (haha)
I`m like tattoos, you forget that I`m there (uh-huh)
To the gun fire perm your hair
Miss you, and go strait through your moms rockin` chair,
through her back and it ain`t stopin` there!

[Chorus] - 2X

Bounce my niggaz.. c`mon
Sheek and S.P., rock, rock on (c`mon)
Bust shots `til your glock can`t pop no more (hahaha)
Let it down `til your top can`t drop no more (uh-huh)
Hit you up `til your spirit where the Eagles fly (c`mon)
Talk to me, if you really come back then you`ll die (c`mon)
Make me believe, no shirt but still got some shit up my sleeve
No asthma, makin` it hard to breathe
Let`s go, aiyyo Styles take this motherfuckin` mic from me, c`mon

Aight.. aiyyo, P`ll tell it like story, just like a narrator
Ya don`t mean it, we snappin` it like the Aligators
Open ya eyes so you can see what the drama mean
I hit ya man in the cheek wit` a barber blade,
and I`m in the first floot at the (?) Parade
Forty on the weights wit` a fifty on the garcarade
Always got the route, never had the heart to beg
You ain`t seein` shit `til a slug rip a part`a head

[Chorus] - 4X

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» The L.O.X. - Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume One
» The L.O.X. - Felony Niggas
» The L.O.X. - Y`all Fucked Up Now
» The L.O.X. - We Are the Streets
» The L.O.X. - Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Two
» The L.O.X. - Breathe Easy
» The L.O.X. - Bust Your Gun
» The L.O.X. - Wild Out
» The L.O.X. - Bring it On
» The L.O.X. - Scream L.O.X.
» The L.O.X. - Chest to Chest
» The L.O.X. - Dope Money
» The L.O.X. - Fuck You
» The L.O.X. - Go Head
» The L.O.X. - Exit Wounds soundtrack


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: The L.O.X. - Exit Wounds soundtrack * send corrections to the typist Shit is crazy.. can`t believe it Ha, haha, oooh, shit We don`t give a fuck about you frostin` ya hand (fuck), cause knockin` off these bricks then often yo` man That`s the kinda boss that I am (why not), and I`ma play shotgun, smoke the pores make a van Hollarin` at you so deep and so sick wit` the guns When I walk by the wake I want the cough in the stand (stand up) So hold up for one minute (what) You won`t catch me in the tub, in the whip, or the club without a gun in it, and don`t come through the strip, lookin` hard in the car, with ya motherfuckin` daughter and ya son in it Lately I been missin` my fred, the roof pop (too hot), but feel me cause he hittin` the stairs, the truth pop Niggaz think this album cuts (haha!) I`m like fuck it, I`m the nigga comin through the door wit two revolvers up (two `em), and I`m takin` all drama, and I spent twenty thou` motherfucker so I just got more problems [Chorus] You got`sta bust yo` gun, cause if you don`t then niggaz know you won`t they gon` touch yo` ones Got`sta bend yo` knife, cause if you don`t then niggaz know you won`t they gon` change yo` life Aiyyo, who gotta my name huh? Who think it`s a fuckin` game (c`mon) Like yo` money can`t be found under the cane (y`know) Like yo` body can`t be found under the trains Like this punk we`ll shatter apart your brain (bla!) I`ma thug wit` no scars, and no braids, but I could aim, and shoot through the heart or your shades I`m too row, plus too quick on the gat (uh-huh) Hate water, but I leave you wit` a wills play-back I don`t give a fuck if all y`all go to the cops, and I don`t give a fuck if none of y`all gimmie my props I got shit in my name and my credit is worse What`s to stop me from shootin` you first? FUCK YOU! (haha) I`m like tattoos, you forget that I`m there (uh-huh) To the gun fire perm your hair Miss you, and go strait through your moms rockin` chair, through her back and it ain`t stopin` there! [Chorus] - 2X Bounce my niggaz.. c`mon Sheek and S.P., rock, rock on (c`mon) Bust shots `til your glock can`t pop no more (hahaha) Let it down `til your top can`t drop no more (uh-huh) Hit you up `til your spirit where the Eagles fly (c`mon) Talk to me, if you really come back then you`ll die (c`mon) Make me believe, no shirt but still got some shit up my sleeve No asthma, makin` it hard to breathe Let`s go, aiyyo Styles take this motherfuckin` mic from me, c`mon Aight.. aiyyo, P`ll tell it like story, just like a narrator Ya don`t mean it, we snappin` it like the Aligators Open ya eyes so you can see what the drama mean I hit ya man in the cheek wit` a barber blade, and I`m in the first floot at the (?) Parade Forty on the weights wit` a fifty on the garcarade Always got the route, never had the heart to beg You ain`t seein` shit `til a slug rip a part`a head [Chorus] - 4X Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Exit Wounds soundtrack: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/11226.html Все тексты песен: The L.O.X. » The L.O.X. - Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume One » The L.O.X. - Felony Niggas » The L.O.X. - Y`all Fucked Up Now » The L.O.X. - We Are the Streets » The L.O.X. - Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Two » The L.O.X. - Breathe Easy » The L.O.X. - Bust Your Gun » The L.O.X. - Wild Out » The L.O.X. - Bring it On » The L.O.X. - Scream L.O.X. » The L.O.X. - Chest to Chest » The L.O.X. - Dope Money » The L.O.X. - Fuck You » The L.O.X. - Go Head » The L.O.X. - Exit Wounds soundtrack Рекомендуем скачать: » Шухрат Хусаинов - Попрощаемся, мой друг, как-то случилось вдруг... » Шухрат Хусаинов, Зинур Миналиев - Посвящение Евгению Тимофееву » Шао ? Бао ! - Не верь » Шива - Я посылаю все (совместно с Захаром Май) » Шухрат Хусаинов - Посвящение плацкартному вагону » Шелег Михаил - ОТГУЛЯЮ » ШеFF - Доктор ШеFF » Шухрат Хусаинов - Столичный суицид » Шпильки - Чмоки » Шапиро Александр - Ленинградский вокзал » Шуфутинский Михаил - Прощальное письмо » Шystein Sunde - Liten Og GrшNn » Шухрат Хусаинов - Письмо барину » Шухрат Хусаинов - Песенка Карлсона » Шамиль Абряров - Ночь. Утро. » Шапиро Александр - Под мотив » Шухрат Хусаинов - Еще строка не вложена в конверт... » Шамиль Абряров - Те утра... » Шамиль Абряров - Пирог со свечами » Шура, Shura - Не говори о любви
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