Текст (слова) песни: Three 6 Mafia - Wonabees/Wanna Be`s

Chorus: Project Pat

Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinkin` Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefin` on green herb
(2x)

Verse 1: Gangsta Boo

I got this clout NOW!
Back in the day, I wasn`t here NOW!
Since I been droppin` these verses
I`m out the head
Just like the babies wanna think I`ll come home
I`m from the South bloaw,
I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set
Real quick, y`all squeezin` them triggers we bout to pop (pop)
Any fly lil` mama`s boy, who movin` up on the block
Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin`
Gangsta Boo know where she stay
Between the nozzle you layin`

Verse 2: Crunchy Blac

You tryna wear my shoes
You tryna wear my clothes
You tryna be like me,
I`m tryna be like you bro,
What I`m really tryna say
You got to keep it all real
You can`t be takin` no deal
You gotta get you a meal
See it`s hard out here,
Peeps`ll end ya career
See it`s hard out here
People put you in a wheelchair
I`m tryna give you a meal
I`m tryna keep it all real
See you be fakin` a deal
So I`ma let ya see how it feel

Chorus (2x)

Verse 3: Lord Infamous

Thinkin` ya ballin` this bangin`
Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep,
You wish that was your life
So y`all been yappin` for a chiefy
Ya greedy and fiendin` to be a happy ?sa-super chi?
But you don`t think it because there`s plenty
of dues to be paid, up in this industry,
Wanna come in outta nowhere bitch
I kick you on the streets then run in yo ear
And yet you end up wid that set that you claim
To ?requilinquish? your master start, playa,
I can`t play yo album mack,
And everybody can`t be on the same thing
And everybody can`t be a known rapper
Know what I tell ya exactly

Verse 4: Juicy J

In the ghetto we got ghetto stars
Riding in a steamed up car
Lex, wid them tinted windows
Pushing down the Boulevard
In the mouth you see the grill
You face a playa cause he real
Not because he roll and smoke
Or cut some deals, for the bills
Plus I`m tryna stack some G`s
Pushing weight like quarter kis
[Hey let me ride in that Lexus truck?]
Freak you betta hit your knees
Never will I save a broad
Gangsta playas comin` hard
Chickenheads get out my car
I`m leavin` frantic in the park

Chrous (2x)

Verse 5: DJ Paul

Y`all hatas ain`t no killas
Y`all hatas be hoes
Cause neither one is ridin` down blastin
Wid hugs and vogues
Them boys tryna play the hard role
They get a head hole
Them boys shoulda played the smart role
And kept they ass closed
Instead ah sayin`, what they saw
What I did, and who I did it to
Who else is in on it?
Who else you told?
I`m yellow paging `em too
I had it up to here
I`m killin` this bullshit
Y`all fingers on triggers
And all them niggas on bullshit

Verse 6: Project Pat

So you wanna be ah,
Playa just like me ah,
Ridin` on tortillahs,
Choppin` up a ki ah,
Project dodgin` lizos,
Glocka in my drizaws,
Optimal after mo never do we pissoz,
Do you have a hizap?,
To unload a trigga,
Crushin` on ya paper,
Thinkin` youse a faker,
Now you got to do `em
Or get played for a sucka,
Handle that use that gat
Or live like a clucka

Chorus (4x)

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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: Three 6 Mafia - Wonabees/Wanna Be`s Chorus: Project Pat Wonabee wonabee Everybody wonabee Like a young G Gold teeth, drinkin` Hennessy Slang a ounce, to a bird In the street, like the curb Candy paint, twenty chrome Chiefin` on green herb (2x) Verse 1: Gangsta Boo I got this clout NOW! Back in the day, I wasn`t here NOW! Since I been droppin` these verses I`m out the head Just like the babies wanna think I`ll come home I`m from the South bloaw, I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set Real quick, y`all squeezin` them triggers we bout to pop (pop) Any fly lil` mama`s boy, who movin` up on the block Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin` Gangsta Boo know where she stay Between the nozzle you layin` Verse 2: Crunchy Blac You tryna wear my shoes You tryna wear my clothes You tryna be like me, I`m tryna be like you bro, What I`m really tryna say You got to keep it all real You can`t be takin` no deal You gotta get you a meal See it`s hard out here, Peeps`ll end ya career See it`s hard out here People put you in a wheelchair I`m tryna give you a meal I`m tryna keep it all real See you be fakin` a deal So I`ma let ya see how it feel Chorus (2x) Verse 3: Lord Infamous Thinkin` ya ballin` this bangin` Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep, You wish that was your life So y`all been yappin` for a chiefy Ya greedy and fiendin` to be a happy ?sa-super chi? But you don`t think it because there`s plenty of dues to be paid, up in this industry, Wanna come in outta nowhere bitch I kick you on the streets then run in yo ear And yet you end up wid that set that you claim To ?requilinquish? your master start, playa, I can`t play yo album mack, And everybody can`t be on the same thing And everybody can`t be a known rapper Know what I tell ya exactly Verse 4: Juicy J In the ghetto we got ghetto stars Riding in a steamed up car Lex, wid them tinted windows Pushing down the Boulevard In the mouth you see the grill You face a playa cause he real Not because he roll and smoke Or cut some deals, for the bills Plus I`m tryna stack some G`s Pushing weight like quarter kis [Hey let me ride in that Lexus truck?] Freak you betta hit your knees Never will I save a broad Gangsta playas comin` hard Chickenheads get out my car I`m leavin` frantic in the park Chrous (2x) Verse 5: DJ Paul Y`all hatas ain`t no killas Y`all hatas be hoes Cause neither one is ridin` down blastin Wid hugs and vogues Them boys tryna play the hard role They get a head hole Them boys shoulda played the smart role And kept they ass closed Instead ah sayin`, what they saw What I did, and who I did it to Who else is in on it? Who else you told? I`m yellow paging `em too I had it up to here I`m killin` this bullshit Y`all fingers on triggers And all them niggas on bullshit Verse 6: Project Pat So you wanna be ah, Playa just like me ah, Ridin` on tortillahs, Choppin` up a ki ah, Project dodgin` lizos, Glocka in my drizaws, Optimal after mo never do we pissoz, Do you have a hizap?, To unload a trigga, Crushin` on ya paper, Thinkin` youse a faker, Now you got to do `em Or get played for a sucka, Handle that use that gat Or live like a clucka Chorus (4x) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Wonabees/Wanna Be`s: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/8011.html Все тексты песен: Three 6 Mafia » Three 6 Mafia - I Ain`t Goin (A Hustler`s Theme) » Three 6 Mafia - Bodyparts » Three 6 Mafia - Bin Laden » Three 6 Mafia - Bodyparts 2 (Corrected) » Three 6 Mafia - Im So Hi » Three 6 Mafia - Kings Of Memphis » Three 6 Mafia - Jus Like Us » Three 6 Mafia - Land Of The Lost » Three 6 Mafia - Spill My Blood » Three 6 Mafia - Last Man Standing » Three 6 Mafia - Just Like Us » Three 6 Mafia - Good Stuff » Three 6 Mafia - All or Nothin » Three 6 Mafia - Anyone Out There » Three 6 Mafia - Fuck That Nigga » Three 6 Mafia - Pimpin And Robbin » Three 6 Mafia - Are U Ready 4 Us » Three 6 Mafia - We `Bout To Ride » Three 6 Mafia - Prophet Posse » Three 6 Mafia - Sweet Robbery (Pt. 2) Рекомендуем скачать: » Чай Вдвоем - Честно говоpя (Remix гpyппы `Цветы`) » Чайф - Дурные сны » Чехов - Дым остается молодым » Чайф - К тебе я полечу » Чайф - Поплачь о нем » Черный Обелиск - Дом желтого сна II » Чичерина - Сама » Чайф - Твои сны » Черный кофе - Зимний портрет » Чайф - Не беда » Чернила - Глупые снежинки » Чайф - Скажи только слово » Чайф - Легенда о былых мужьях » Чайф - Неохота » Чичерина - Дорога » Чиж и компания, Сергей Чиграков - Глупенькая песня (Ассоль) » Черный Обелиск - Тhe Mans Song » Чайф - Я видел металл » Чичерина - Жара » Чиж и компания, Сергей Чиграков - Пароль
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