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: Three 6 Mafia - Wolf, Wolf!

[Chorus]
WOLF, WOLF!
All you want, run your mouth in the street
But you AIN`T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me
I don`t give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep
But you AIN`T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me

{Verse One: Lord Infamous}
Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped
If crunk was a .44 this be the pump
Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump
`Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump
So rush them to the left, push them to the right
Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight
Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg
Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads
Rush `em up, push `em grab `em and slam `em
Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer!
Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch
I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch
We ain`t satisfied `till a nigga leave paralyzed
Underground out warning out it`s the Hypnotized
Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic
Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage!

[Chorus] - 2X

{Verse Two: Juicy "J"} {"North, North" repeated through the entire verse}
What the fuss about?
Is it cause a nigga got dough?
What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes?
Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey
Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money
In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack
Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts
Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks
This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back"
If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad
If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad
If I get your brains blow out, then they crying
TV`s as they bump off in the rear, then they dying
I close a lot of doors
I pimp a lot of whores
I fuck your main gal and she`s down on all four
I`m straight from the North
I`m down to the core
It`s in my fucking veins, and it sweating out my pores

[Chorus] - 2X

{Verse Three: Dj Paul}
They never take me alive, I`m getting high with my .45
Stash in my ride, watching haters in they eyes
I rather go in a blaze then be taken by some bitches
I seem I`m doing better since I got away from snitches
I`m the rawest, quick the break the lamest
Really all they saw is how quick I broke his rawest
Your dog DJ Paul AKA the K.O.`Em (Memphis)
Slap naggers in they mouth cause they act like women
We out the fucking frizame, we`re off the fucking chizain
I keeps me a tone, don`t you dare step to me mane
I lives in the south where them thugs outta control
You look off in they mouth you see a whole lotta gold
I love to load clips, I love to shoot guns
I love to load bullets in they back when they run
These niggaz talk shit around they click just for fun
But see `em in the streets the motherfuckers play dumb, nigga!

[Chorus] - 2X

 

Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям:

 


Прямая ссылка на текст песни Wolf, Wolf!:
http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/8009.html
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»