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Текст (слова) песни: Tommy Wright III f La Chat, Project Pimp - Last Alternative

Hook:
Ain`t no use in throwin` blows
I just wanna smoke you hoe
Ain`t no use in throwin` blows
I just wanna smoke you hoe
Ain`t no use in throwin` blows
I just wanna smoke you hoes
I just wanna smoke you hoe
Ain`t no use in throwin` blows
(2x)

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Hollow points spray, everyday, all day, till the day that I fuckin` die
Street sweep through the hood wid my nigga Kiki in the wood
wid the ooze, hangin` out the sunroof doin` drive-by,
You survive, that`s a lie, fifty niggas standin` on the corna
watchin` every muthafuckn` move you make,
Some perpetrate, shootin` ball on crate,
Got rocks in they socks, NARCs come nigga break
Bullet penetrate, in a nigga face not payin`
Tryna fuck wid Tommy Wright don`t fight just blast,
Last nigga died, when he tried, pimpin` big,
got killed, blood spilled, dump they body in a field
B-I-G woulda probably gave you "One More Chance"
But not me, on my tone, get the phone
Dial 911 and reserve you a ambulance
Bustas braggin`, eye cappin` lyin` bout who they done put to rest
Prove it to me, do a street sweep,
Put a hole in a nigga chest that forgot to wear a bullet proof vest,
Bloody mess and bloody sink, bloody hands, bloody pants
Wasn`t shit different when I moved in South Memphis
for the nigga millimetre for they broad got pimpin`
Lampin` on the track wid ah handful ah rocks
and ah Ziploc glock on safe, gotta watch UFO, undercover 5-0,
Still on parole can`t catch another case,
Creepin` night Tommy Wright, no street lights in the hood
go to war with the world if I gotta,
Roll up ya sleeves, put ya dukes up and bleed,
Tommy Wright don`t fight, wrong move, ratter-tatter

Hook (1x)

[Verse 2: La Chat]
Hoppin` on these bitches, leavin` `em wid stitches
Reason why I do these funky hoes,
If you bitches got some anna bring the shit on
cause La Chat still won`t go,
Cappin` all these suckas, fillin` these bustas
Shoot `em to the ground wid my nine that I tote
Bitches wanna test my motherfuckin` pimpin`
Best believe that`s a motherfuckin` lesson hoe
Beatin` these bitches to the ground,
That`s my hobby I like to do,
Busta ass hoe got a glock at her side
Betta pull it cause she got no other choice but to shoot,
Threaten my fuckin` life hoe that`s a no no you lil silly hoe,
You one hoe, that I know that done know,
that your stupid ass gotta vamp gotta go,
Evil signs I do not see, it`s just the hatred in my blood
It`s just me when I feel the need I`m poppin` them motherfuckin` slugs
Bitch I am the scandalous I do not play them silly games
Never plan to fall will we put none ah these bustas lemon lames
Know this anna`s on my mind, it keep me doin` a fuckin` crime
Never like caught, slippin` bitch, I bet I keep my fuckin` nine
Got some anamosity, here`s my fuckin` do` key
Get that shit up off your chest
My 20 guage track will handle the rest

Hook (1x)

[Project Pimp]
I gotta be makin` that cash, the bigga my stash
I put on my halloween mask,
Time to go trick or treat, fold up them swisher sweets
Makin` them lemons lay down in the grass
My weapon I`m grippin` ain`t no time for slippin`
The Pimp and I`m all about makin` that cheese,
Robber who robbin` them bitches for riches and dumpin`
ain`t no stoppin till I get some kis,
Full ah that weed, so I can proceed wid my plans
and take care my family through problems,
Hit up my nigga that wanted Li-zo and Terrel
Some playas who down to go robbin`,
Think that I`m flodgin` don`t slip and get killed by them bullets
that fly from the .45 clip, that cocaine is in my brain
Got me straight doin` thangs, to them hoe niggas when I catch `em slip
No mercy for suckas and bustas when I`m on my hustle
I take care ah my business off top,
Regardless whoever that nigga might be
when I take all his cheese, I bet he get shot, be clippin` that glock,
It full wid black talon for static I might have to aim on ah low,
I kick it wid killers, dog dealers, graveniggas
who squeeze on the triggas, we dumped on `em low

[Tommy Wright III]
Tommy Wright, creep at night, ready to take your fuckin` life,
Roll them dice, get a side bet
Tommy best shot betta aim that I get,
Murder one expert, drinkin` red rum
Hoe my mouth don`t move cause I talk wid ah ooze
Slip on my gloves, Tommy gots no love
Two glocks Tommy shot two cops on a rooftop
Pistol grippers, leavin` y`all bodies in plastic bags wid zippers
Where I`m from niggas come wid pistols
Tommy got a tech in the middle ah the street yellin` who`s next
I`m gon` buck `em, and I`m gon` stuff `em
Tommy don`t love `em it was only fuck phonies
Six feet to me ain`t deep
Can`t be seen wid ah dead dope fiend in the passenger seat,
Really don`t give a fuck, nail it to your nuts
Everyday parlay sun down, sun up
Niggas don`t want no peace so they pack a piece wait,
Murder show at twelve can`t be late,
Fuck scrappin`, Tommy Wright cappin` and dappin`
when the damage is done, do away wid the gun
On the run, real billy sippin` O-Z,
Ten wanted men feelin` deep, trick or treat, fuck tha police

Hook (1x)

[Tommy Wright III]
Dig that, Memphis niggas ain`t scrappin` no more
Especially ten wanted men, fuck scrappin` we cappin`
It`s on like cap, BIOTCH!

 

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