Текст (слова) песни: Tru - West Coast Bad Boyz II

[Master P talking]
Ta dow, ya heard me, ugh
We motherfuckin` West Coast bound motherfucker
It`s on and bangin` down here, this the real deal
Get down, y`all better believe that
We tryin` to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Toast to the best coast nigga
All bout that motherfuckin` green

[Hook x2: Master P]
West Coast mobbin` ta dow
From the Bay to L.A. bad boys on a mission ta dow

[Master P]
It`s goin` down like Celly Cel, coppers on my coattails
Got bitches lined up from California to Oakdale
My game be like spiffin` but niggas they be like quick wit
But if you wasn`t a hater nigga you`d pick up on this ghetto shit
Cause I be like gangsta about life
Niggas that stay on the Southside
I got niggas that roll true on south hide
Bout it in my motherfuckin` mind
Cause the game be wicked, spring niggas that want them chickens
But I got a four for five
Me and my lil` brother kickin` it on the corner with G`s niggas
Y`all mad, haters get had
Put niggas in a body bag, y`all niggas didn`t think fast
Killer, murder from the Down South to that West Coast
And believe it they got the best coast
Think I`m goin` too fast, nigga adjust to me rappin` slow
Oh it`s cool, niggas know dues
I paid my motherfuckin` dues, I`m five hundred thousand strong fool
I be sendin` to the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside
To the motherfuckin` best side
Don`t give a fuck I`m all about killer hoochie ride
They, niggas that murder
They slang ain`t no bang
Out the palm tree, me and my nigga on the corner slangin` them things
I`m that scrilla cat, I`m on a paper chase, I`m bout that money makin`
Y`all better recognize No Limit motherfucker
We runnin` this shit from the Westside to the Hill
Motherfucker we about that motherfuckin` scrilla, scratch, paper
Nigga on that chase, tryin` to get that money
Motherfucker run up and ya get maced
Independent, black-owner TRU across my stomach
Made this shit slangin` ice cream
Motherfuckers that I made this off of drug money

[Hook x2]

[Silkk the Shocker]
Give me two guns Willie, quick to slap ya silly
While I`m smokin` my Philly, four killers behind the building
Ready to peel ya
Cap like a Coke ain`t no joke when I`m never ridin` solo
Four-four out the door, front back side-to-side in a six-four
I bang like I slang, I slang like I bang
Four killers ridin` Cut, ridin` up on ya thangs
Nigga, I`m not from Louisville but I be sluggin`
Nigga I ain`t Pac but I be thuggin`
I got something for all you busters who be muggin`
I creeps when I crawl, I crawls when I creep
It`s gettin` kind of deep, Silkk keep the heat up on my seat
Cause most niggas lay dead in a graveyard
I steal more than baseball
West Coast hustler, Richmond, California drug lord

[Hook x2]

[Big Ed]
Bang to the boogie, boogie to the got damn bang
TRU be my click, West Coast bad boys be a G thang
Big Ed be puttin` it down, I be hangin` em`
I got more rebels down with me than Jerry Tarkanian
From Comp to Quinton picture this born to be ballin` ass nigga
I mob deep but I`m straight up West Coast representin`
I stay floss mode like dental
Watch me roll through, top down in ya residential
I swoop a honey, motel hotel
Scratches on my back cause I got more dick than Vitale
My No Limit affiliated be givin` me dap
Cause we got these hoes on our nuts like jock straps
Perhaps you`ve heard of this Richmond playa
Ho layer, infrared sprayer, in this game major
Hate to see that click and they be fearin` it
But hoes see me and I bring joy like a week late period
So nigga what`s happenin`
Step to this crew and we bust cause it ain`t about rappin`
It`s Big Ed from the TRU and don`t forget that
West Coast bad boys, on a miz-ack

[Hook x2]

[Master P talking]
Ta dow, ta dow, ta dow, ta dow
Ha ha, motherfuckin` West Coast bad boys, Westside

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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 - West Coast Bad Boyz II [Master P talking] Ta dow, ya heard me, ugh We motherfuckin` West Coast bound motherfucker It`s on and bangin` down here, this the real deal Get down, y`all better believe that We tryin` to make a dollar out of fifteen cents Toast to the best coast nigga All bout that motherfuckin` green [Hook x2: Master P] West Coast mobbin` ta dow From the Bay to L.A. bad boys on a mission ta dow [Master P] It`s goin` down like Celly Cel, coppers on my coattails Got bitches lined up from California to Oakdale My game be like spiffin` but niggas they be like quick wit But if you wasn`t a hater nigga you`d pick up on this ghetto shit Cause I be like gangsta about life Niggas that stay on the Southside I got niggas that roll true on south hide Bout it in my motherfuckin` mind Cause the game be wicked, spring niggas that want them chickens But I got a four for five Me and my lil` brother kickin` it on the corner with G`s niggas Y`all mad, haters get had Put niggas in a body bag, y`all niggas didn`t think fast Killer, murder from the Down South to that West Coast And believe it they got the best coast Think I`m goin` too fast, nigga adjust to me rappin` slow Oh it`s cool, niggas know dues I paid my motherfuckin` dues, I`m five hundred thousand strong fool I be sendin` to the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside To the motherfuckin` best side Don`t give a fuck I`m all about killer hoochie ride They, niggas that murder They slang ain`t no bang Out the palm tree, me and my nigga on the corner slangin` them things I`m that scrilla cat, I`m on a paper chase, I`m bout that money makin` Y`all better recognize No Limit motherfucker We runnin` this shit from the Westside to the Hill Motherfucker we about that motherfuckin` scrilla, scratch, paper Nigga on that chase, tryin` to get that money Motherfucker run up and ya get maced Independent, black-owner TRU across my stomach Made this shit slangin` ice cream Motherfuckers that I made this off of drug money [Hook x2] [Silkk the Shocker] Give me two guns Willie, quick to slap ya silly While I`m smokin` my Philly, four killers behind the building Ready to peel ya Cap like a Coke ain`t no joke when I`m never ridin` solo Four-four out the door, front back side-to-side in a six-four I bang like I slang, I slang like I bang Four killers ridin` Cut, ridin` up on ya thangs Nigga, I`m not from Louisville but I be sluggin` Nigga I ain`t Pac but I be thuggin` I got something for all you busters who be muggin` I creeps when I crawl, I crawls when I creep It`s gettin` kind of deep, Silkk keep the heat up on my seat Cause most niggas lay dead in a graveyard I steal more than baseball West Coast hustler, Richmond, California drug lord [Hook x2] [Big Ed] Bang to the boogie, boogie to the got damn bang TRU be my click, West Coast bad boys be a G thang Big Ed be puttin` it down, I be hangin` em` I got more rebels down with me than Jerry Tarkanian From Comp to Quinton picture this born to be ballin` ass nigga I mob deep but I`m straight up West Coast representin` I stay floss mode like dental Watch me roll through, top down in ya residential I swoop a honey, motel hotel Scratches on my back cause I got more dick than Vitale My No Limit affiliated be givin` me dap Cause we got these hoes on our nuts like jock straps Perhaps you`ve heard of this Richmond playa Ho layer, infrared sprayer, in this game major Hate to see that click and they be fearin` it But hoes see me and I bring joy like a week late period So nigga what`s happenin` Step to this crew and we bust cause it ain`t about rappin` It`s Big Ed from the TRU and don`t forget that West Coast bad boys, on a miz-ack [Hook x2] [Master P talking] Ta dow, ta dow, ta dow, ta dow Ha ha, motherfuckin` West Coast bad boys, Westside Нравится песня? 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