Текст (слова) песни: Tec-9 f B.G. - Where Ya From

Chorus [Tec-9]:

Where you from? Represent where you from nigga!
Where you from? Where you from? Where your from?
Take it to the street twerk somethin` twerk somethin`
Now take it to the street twerk sometin` twerk somethin`
Where you from? Represent where you from nigga!
Where you from? Where you from? Where your from?
Take it to the street twerk somethin` twerk somethin`
Now take it to the street twerk sometin` twerk somethin`

First Verse [Tec-9]:

Now that the heat done scorched ya, I sparked at`cha
Laughed at`cha, you know you done fucked up with the master
And you still suckin` on my dick,
Because you bite my shit, and recite my shit
Switch my rhymes all around and you sing my shit
Partners-N-Crime, y`all bitches with that war claimin`
Y`all be claimin` the seventeenth, but never hangin`
Have you ever put in work for your hood?
You niggas talk about that boy, rap about that boy
But you coward muthafuckas never seen that boy
Y`all the fakest muthafuckas alive!
Tell me where y`all from? Nigga tell me where the fuck y`all from?
If you don`t wanna survive then keep it up,
And let me give you the 3rd Ward treatment,
Coward bitches always with that creepin`
If I would have caught`cha,
I would have brought`cha in the Calliope and burnt`cha like a bitch
Cuz I don`t got no love for these niggas or these cliques
I`m sick of the hoe shit, the Black Connection ready to take a hit
I got a posse full of niggas and they bout it,
I represent, to the fullest,
Supplyin` my niggas with only hollow tip bullets
Like Yella said, you should have thought twice when you said my name
By now you know you said the fuckin` wrong name mane
Don`t let me catch`cha, I wet`cha put that on my Mama
You niggas lame, nothin` shakin` y`all ain`t bout no drama
So let me hear ya holler, if ya feel me,
And after this you bitches prolly wanna come and kill me
But I`m unfadeable, on top of that you got no balls,
Cuz when the drama jumps off, your shit falls
And I don`t need no introduction,
Cuz I`m crackin` your bitch face with phat lyrics, and phat production

Chorus

Second Verse [Tec-9]:

Now I`ma do it like a real G do it,
I`m walkin`, and my four ten is doin` the talkin`
I do my dirt on the cool, fa sho,
Handle business by myself and dump your body in the Melph,
Then I call up my nigga from the Black Connection,
And tell them what I want them to do with the rest of your CLIQUE
Even the ones that ain`t down with the bullshit,
The good guys suffer for the bad guys rip
Don`t ever cross a G, like me,
The muthafuckin` capital T, to the E, to the C,
You never heard the name P-N-C floatin` on the streets,
Until them bitches started dissin` U.N.L.V.
I can`t respect`cha cuz you not original,
And you still tryin` to sound like Reginold
Yeah, my style is buck wild, my flow is like the Nile,
And the B.G. is hyper, earnin` stripes like a tiger,
Chop yo ass like Viper, and wash you like a windshield wiper
So call Mama, tell her that you won`t be makin` dinner,
And leave the Police out, or else I`ll go and get her
Lil` Ya will put the Tec in they mouth,
Bring it out, so we can show them bitches what it`s all about,
(What it`s all about)

Chorus

Third Verse [B.G.]

Big Boy you better skip town nigga, don`t hang around nigga
Cuz if I catch`cha, I`ma bring ya down nigga,
I`ma clown nigga, with the seventeen rounds nigga,
BLUCKA, BLUCKA to yo head, how that sound nigga?
Knowin` you ain`t bout that drama talkin` above yo head
Fat mouth nigga and they`ll find yo monkey ass dead
A Baby Gangsta, straight bout it and I`m ready to prove it,
If you bout it, there it is partner we can do it,
Pussy says "Drama Time", where the fuck you at?
You on wax talkin` about let`s go gat for gat,
But it don`t count like that, put aside rappin`,
Let`s start strappin`, bring on the cappin`
I got a clique with glocks, choppers, and Mac-11`s
Nigga tryin` to build nuts off a case that`s dumped for seven
But I`ma show ya some real street shit,
Underestimate a B.G., bound to get`cha head split
I already keep a roll of duct tape and rope Black,
So watch`cha back, because you`ll find yourself smacked
I already said I`d get that pussy with the braids but he duckin`,
Curious, he must have heard I`m serious
They givin` me a mean look because they bigger
I don`t know what make`em figure, that I won`t pull the trigger
But that`s where they wrong at,
Cuz I`ll wax they fuckin` patch
Fuck that boot camp clique, I`ll send ya to Hell nigga,
If you want the B.G., you`ll find me on V.L. nigga,
When you get it on your mind, we can flex skills,
Y`all say you got a hundred G`s, but my niggas got a mill.
So wassup? Put your money where that dick go
Chuck! You ole trick ass hoe
Stop playin` with me, I done did enough speakin`,
Hollows I`ma be releasin`, blood just a leakin`
Get your nuts out`cha stomach my nigga,
Get your heart out`cha ass nigga
Never had my dick sucked by a man before,
Mystikal you gone be the first you lil` trick ass hoe

Chorus

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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: Tec-9 f B.G. - Where Ya From Chorus [Tec-9]: Where you from? Represent where you from nigga! Where you from? Where you from? Where your from? Take it to the street twerk somethin` twerk somethin` Now take it to the street twerk sometin` twerk somethin` Where you from? Represent where you from nigga! Where you from? Where you from? Where your from? Take it to the street twerk somethin` twerk somethin` Now take it to the street twerk sometin` twerk somethin` First Verse [Tec-9]: Now that the heat done scorched ya, I sparked at`cha Laughed at`cha, you know you done fucked up with the master And you still suckin` on my dick, Because you bite my shit, and recite my shit Switch my rhymes all around and you sing my shit Partners-N-Crime, y`all bitches with that war claimin` Y`all be claimin` the seventeenth, but never hangin` Have you ever put in work for your hood? You niggas talk about that boy, rap about that boy But you coward muthafuckas never seen that boy Y`all the fakest muthafuckas alive! Tell me where y`all from? Nigga tell me where the fuck y`all from? If you don`t wanna survive then keep it up, And let me give you the 3rd Ward treatment, Coward bitches always with that creepin` If I would have caught`cha, I would have brought`cha in the Calliope and burnt`cha like a bitch Cuz I don`t got no love for these niggas or these cliques I`m sick of the hoe shit, the Black Connection ready to take a hit I got a posse full of niggas and they bout it, I represent, to the fullest, Supplyin` my niggas with only hollow tip bullets Like Yella said, you should have thought twice when you said my name By now you know you said the fuckin` wrong name mane Don`t let me catch`cha, I wet`cha put that on my Mama You niggas lame, nothin` shakin` y`all ain`t bout no drama So let me hear ya holler, if ya feel me, And after this you bitches prolly wanna come and kill me But I`m unfadeable, on top of that you got no balls, Cuz when the drama jumps off, your shit falls And I don`t need no introduction, Cuz I`m crackin` your bitch face with phat lyrics, and phat production Chorus Second Verse [Tec-9]: Now I`ma do it like a real G do it, I`m walkin`, and my four ten is doin` the talkin` I do my dirt on the cool, fa sho, Handle business by myself and dump your body in the Melph, Then I call up my nigga from the Black Connection, And tell them what I want them to do with the rest of your CLIQUE Even the ones that ain`t down with the bullshit, The good guys suffer for the bad guys rip Don`t ever cross a G, like me, The muthafuckin` capital T, to the E, to the C, You never heard the name P-N-C floatin` on the streets, Until them bitches started dissin` U.N.L.V. I can`t respect`cha cuz you not original, And you still tryin` to sound like Reginold Yeah, my style is buck wild, my flow is like the Nile, And the B.G. is hyper, earnin` stripes like a tiger, Chop yo ass like Viper, and wash you like a windshield wiper So call Mama, tell her that you won`t be makin` dinner, And leave the Police out, or else I`ll go and get her Lil` Ya will put the Tec in they mouth, Bring it out, so we can show them bitches what it`s all about, (What it`s all about) Chorus Third Verse [B.G.] Big Boy you better skip town nigga, don`t hang around nigga Cuz if I catch`cha, I`ma bring ya down nigga, I`ma clown nigga, with the seventeen rounds nigga, BLUCKA, BLUCKA to yo head, how that sound nigga? Knowin` you ain`t bout that drama talkin` above yo head Fat mouth nigga and they`ll find yo monkey ass dead A Baby Gangsta, straight bout it and I`m ready to prove it, If you bout it, there it is partner we can do it, Pussy says "Drama Time", where the fuck you at? You on wax talkin` about let`s go gat for gat, But it don`t count like that, put aside rappin`, Let`s start strappin`, bring on the cappin` I got a clique with glocks, choppers, and Mac-11`s Nigga tryin` to build nuts off a case that`s dumped for seven But I`ma show ya some real street shit, Underestimate a B.G., bound to get`cha head split I already keep a roll of duct tape and rope Black, So watch`cha back, because you`ll find yourself smacked I already said I`d get that pussy with the braids but he duckin`, Curious, he must have heard I`m serious They givin` me a mean look because they bigger I don`t know what make`em figure, that I won`t pull the trigger But that`s where they wrong at, Cuz I`ll wax they fuckin` patch Fuck that boot camp clique, I`ll send ya to Hell nigga, If you want the B.G., you`ll find me on V.L. nigga, When you get it on your mind, we can flex skills, Y`all say you got a hundred G`s, but my niggas got a mill. So wassup? Put your money where that dick go Chuck! You ole trick ass hoe Stop playin` with me, I done did enough speakin`, Hollows I`ma be releasin`, blood just a leakin` Get your nuts out`cha stomach my nigga, Get your heart out`cha ass nigga Never had my dick sucked by a man before, Mystikal you gone be the first you lil` trick ass hoe Chorus Нравится песня? 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