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Текст (слова) песни: UNLV - 3rd Ward Court Date



Verse one: {tec-9}

It all started in the streets at the age of ten

I started hangin out late snatchin purses with my friends

I went solo one day on st. charles you see

Lookin for a white lady that was peepin id

I see one in sight skin was white as a duck

She just dont fuckin know Im bout to show her boo-koo love

Im bout to beat her up so I asked the hoe the time

She looked down and broke her crown she bent down

Stupid clown I jetted with her purse and I hear some

Gangsters whisper found slug and some coke

That was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke

With a snug Im feelin hard Im eighty strong from the third

I scored a fuckin quarter jetted quick down to fossil

So I slipped now Im caught

Chorus: {yella boy}

Until I used to rap rap rap

Rap shit everyday now the name of

My rap is third ward court date

I used to rap rap rap

Rap shit everyday now the name of

My rap is third ward court date

Verse two: {tec-9}

Three cops and Im caught I cant believe

They got me locked down up in this place

My first offense and I caught myself a murder case

Parish prison blues gave me no time to choose

I either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo lifer

Shit my woman still sendin me money

Thinkin Im a come back home

I like to think that way but evidence shown

Prints plus a murder weapon

Im up shit creek watchin for vanish on the proud

Got me losin sleep Im gettin lots of letters

But I dont give a fuck Im stuck like chuck and she

Wouldnt put the house up

Will I get probation?

Or will I get free? Im facin the court date

My destination is the three

Chorus: {yella boy}

{2x}

Verse three: {lil ya}

Layin in my cut thinkin of a deaf rhyme

Got to make it short because I dont have a lot of time

Im seein old gees from the past

Smart like a motherfucker I wonder how they last

Niggas had fades, and bushes and shit

Just like on the street the third was runnin it

You couldnt step close to the blue

Like jefferson said ya fat I thought you knew?

Here again with the juror food for days thats what

The motherfucker kept Im chillin in lower nine

With my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Ced on parole hes in the house with a boot in his mouth

Boot up back and make him knock it out

Gangsters on the phone talkin to them hoes

Call sterol on the three and do a pere

Cuz Im a villain and Im chillin

Its six six three one

Verse four: {yella boy}

Up early in the mornin time to catch the

White bangor the roof so we can

Put the heat in my back

I caught the first charge

The coke charge a

Gun charge to sittin in the "u stunn

What the fuck am I gonna do

Im chillin in my jail cell talkin to the attorney

He said did you pull the trigger if so your goin on

A long journey on the court session

Standin tall like a man

They got my feet, and arms shackled im

Holdin my right hand

I caught juvenile life plus a extra to exist

Like my nigga tec said (ahh shit Im in effect)

Peewees fuckin playhouse dont want them havin fun

Cuz all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that aint no gun

My heat is smokin Im thinkin hard all you fake ass new jack

Pussy better hold that noise they must see what I see

Yes, Im big Im bad Im buff motherfuck that p.t. shit

Cuz here I come to bust here come the guard friday night

At night no more visitation he leave sit back aint shit

Im bout to take a lil vacation bog boy be chillin

And Im from that one two three

But you better be cool before he slang you with that heat now

Im buckin in the hole nigga be real dont shed no tears

Cuz early thursday mornin bitch Im goin to styleville

Verse five: {lil ya}

I call my nigga baby hes at the office

Doin paper work tryna get me out

But his lawyer actin like a murk

Feedin him the wrong arm damn right

We had to communicate to keep shit tight

I sit at the kite some nights

When I flight and write

To my niggas and bitches who was close and all right

May the ninth was my court date

No witness no gun so they threw away the case

I was free july the twelfth down for armed robbery

Imagine how a nigga felt and fuck that judge

Because that bitch came late

Tryna give me time on my third ward court date

Chorus: {yella boy}

{2x}

 

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