Текст (слова) песни: TRU f Big Ed - Anything Goes

Chorus 2X

Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
You don`t know the game `till you fuck
That`s how it goes

[Master P]
Young nigga tryin` to get rich
Posted up with this shit
On the grind tryin` to slang that muthafuckin` shit
Servin` the fiends the ice cream
You mean that crack

[King George]
Bullets can`t man tag, one time for the gat
Can he make it, will he fake it
Fiends call him Betty Crocker

[Master P]
Cause he got the bacon

[Big Ed]
You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho
Choppin` it up like fat, gettin` hit on that pager
Cause it`s all about the skrilla, nigga
Pockets gettin` bigga
Pockets gettin` swolled, but gettin` dubbed by a gold digger

[Silkk]
Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them
Whatever it may be, everybody against them

Chorus 2X

[Master P]
Niggas hittin` the bass, straight playa
But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin` hatas
If I were a football player, i`d probably be Lawrence Taylor
Blockin` these hatas off, be mad
Cause they know Master P`s got it goin` man
That`s why I fuck your bitch, but she ain`t shit
And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dick
But you cause you lame
But like Ice Cube said, "Let`s cut out the little man"
You need an ounce of this real game
It ain`t a thang to these TRU niggas, cause we let our nuts hang
I got love for you, fool you got love for me
But there`s always some sucker talkin` `bout wrong P
You need to jump off that glass dick
You look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitch
You want it cooked
I got baking soda for your bitch ass, huh
Cause that hoe shit won`t last

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[King George]
Comin` from the Bayou, a triple by the dosage
Tryin` to dodge rats, but tend to find cock-roaches
We flip g`s, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g`s
Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead
King pay dues, fuck you a dead bitch
Flip pure game, like the Og`s taught me
Tryin` spit game when i`m talkin` on a for-ty

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[Big Ed]
It`s nothin` but the G in me
I have a question
Big Ed is on a funky G lesson
Now, how many G`s in the house tonight
And how many G`s spin them gold thangs tight
It`s nothin` but a G thang ba-by
I gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade me
Nigga, cause Big Ed be like TRU to it
Always wearin` Nikes` cause I just do it
Got more bounce to the ounce
Get you drunk like some liquor
Gotta ???
Cause he`s rollin` on my ???, like a weather got my action
Grabbin` on my nuts like my name was Micheal Jackson
So nigga
Who ride, I ride, slide

[Master P]
But they can`t touch ya

[Big Ed]
With my TRU niggas on my side

[Master P]
And you know I got 5 on it
But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie

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[Silkk]
A nigga tip toe through the do`
You know I`m bout 6`4" plus mo`
So I had to get low
And niggas lookin` shady
I shook some shell up in my ass, somebody older
Y`all bitches better pay me
You want me to say it`s all good in my hood
Well I can`t
And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin`
Cause it ain`t
I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin`
Seems I caught a flat, so Silkk started 3-wheelin`

Chorus 2X

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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: TRU f Big Ed - Anything Goes Chorus 2X Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe You don`t know the game `till you fuck That`s how it goes [Master P] Young nigga tryin` to get rich Posted up with this shit On the grind tryin` to slang that muthafuckin` shit Servin` the fiends the ice cream You mean that crack [King George] Bullets can`t man tag, one time for the gat Can he make it, will he fake it Fiends call him Betty Crocker [Master P] Cause he got the bacon [Big Ed] You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho Choppin` it up like fat, gettin` hit on that pager Cause it`s all about the skrilla, nigga Pockets gettin` bigga Pockets gettin` swolled, but gettin` dubbed by a gold digger [Silkk] Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them Whatever it may be, everybody against them Chorus 2X [Master P] Niggas hittin` the bass, straight playa But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin` hatas If I were a football player, i`d probably be Lawrence Taylor Blockin` these hatas off, be mad Cause they know Master P`s got it goin` man That`s why I fuck your bitch, but she ain`t shit And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dick But you cause you lame But like Ice Cube said, "Let`s cut out the little man" You need an ounce of this real game It ain`t a thang to these TRU niggas, cause we let our nuts hang I got love for you, fool you got love for me But there`s always some sucker talkin` `bout wrong P You need to jump off that glass dick You look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitch You want it cooked I got baking soda for your bitch ass, huh Cause that hoe shit won`t last Chorus 2X [King George] Comin` from the Bayou, a triple by the dosage Tryin` to dodge rats, but tend to find cock-roaches We flip g`s, no good deeds Down on your knees, kidnapped by g`s Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead King pay dues, fuck you a dead bitch Flip pure game, like the Og`s taught me Tryin` spit game when i`m talkin` on a for-ty Chorus 2X [Big Ed] It`s nothin` but the G in me I have a question Big Ed is on a funky G lesson Now, how many G`s in the house tonight And how many G`s spin them gold thangs tight It`s nothin` but a G thang ba-by I gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade me Nigga, cause Big Ed be like TRU to it Always wearin` Nikes` cause I just do it Got more bounce to the ounce Get you drunk like some liquor Gotta ??? Cause he`s rollin` on my ???, like a weather got my action Grabbin` on my nuts like my name was Micheal Jackson So nigga Who ride, I ride, slide [Master P] But they can`t touch ya [Big Ed] With my TRU niggas on my side [Master P] And you know I got 5 on it But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie Chorus 2X [Silkk] A nigga tip toe through the do` You know I`m bout 6`4" plus mo` So I had to get low And niggas lookin` shady I shook some shell up in my ass, somebody older Y`all bitches better pay me You want me to say it`s all good in my hood Well I can`t And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin` Cause it ain`t I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin` Seems I caught a flat, so Silkk started 3-wheelin` Chorus 2X Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Anything Goes: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/11563.html Все тексты песен: TRU f Big Ed » TRU f Big Ed - Would You Take a Bullet for Your Homie » TRU f Big Ed - Keep it Jumping » TRU f Big Ed - TRUE » TRU f Big Ed - Anything Goes Рекомендуем скачать: » Afonso Zeca - Ali Est O Rio » Adam Ant - Wonderful » Augenwei - Ich Mag Es Dich Zu Mgen » Alanis Morissette - 21 things I want in a lover » Ali f Kandi - Heavy Starch » adam and the ants - That Voodoo » American Idol - How Do I Live (Without You)Carmen Rasmus » Allman Brothers Band - Crazy Love » Alan Parsons Project - Eye In The Sky » Alice In Chains - no excuses \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Angie Aparo - Beautiful » A Tribe Called Quest - Steppin It Up » Alpha - South » arden jann - Living Under June » Aaron Carter - Hey You » A.R. Kane - Green Hazed Daze » Ashbury Faith - Go Fuck Yourself » Aaron Lines - You Get The Picture » all - Egg Timer » Alicia Keys - Wake Up
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