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Текст (слова) песни: UNLV - Nigga Im Bout It



{talking}

Motherfuckers I got kids, I dont them listenin to that bullshit

Fuck the niggers! motherfuckers need to stop

How can you call yourself a nigga and be proud of it

Chorus: {u.n.l.v.}

Its an uptown thing and we bout it

Partners-n-crime motherfuckers you aint bout it

Its an uptown thing and we bout it

Now jubilee motherfucker you aint bout it

Its a third ward nigga its a third ward nigga

Its a third ward nigga and we bout it

Verse one: {lil ya}

Misdemeanor motherfucker you cant face me

Turned out I was fuckin yo boy third ol lady

Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasnt home

Yeah, you pissed on our set up early in the mornin

It had to be about seven or eight cuz if I was there

I would have put the fuckin tec in yo face and

Sent yo bitch ass where you belong

They dont even have a fuckin set called airhorne and claiborne

So whatcha want to do throw yo shit up

I say you on lafayette yo stupid ass was to piss up

By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and

You still talkin noise tryna get yo rep on knowin that you fake

Apologzin to you I did it for yo own sake but ya fell back up on me

Like I told you before cuz you and yo boys at big boy

Aint nothin but hoes I pulled deadly holocust

You tried to make peace not knowin I was strapped

He tried to give me dap and prime yous a bitch you weak!

Cuz everytime you see me you know that you speak

But I got love for them fakein ass hustlers

Pussy motherfucka! dick takin busters!

{chorus}

Verse two: {tec-9}

Dont get too close cuz the heat might just scorch ya,

Partners-n-crime, yall bitches mad cuz cah money didnt wantcha,

Imitatin u.n.l.v.,

I wonder which one of you muthafuckas wanted to be like me,

The capital t, e, c, from the mighty one, two, three,

You bitches out here like the soldiers choke the soldiers,

But ima keep it real cuz the real deal is how I feel,

You started out with two, same as my crew,

And now you went out and found yourself another busta,

Made it even harder, to make the change big boy was givin ya,

Said you like to fuck with that dope, whatcha talkin bout?

Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the south,

But try to turn my fans against me,

Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin with me,

Peanut, dune, fuck it $lu, and that nigga t,

All my niggas bustin and they sho nuff down with me,

And yall bitches cant see me,

My nigga you makes a false move, you lose,

The deadly game of come up

Biddy bye bye, nigga dont try,

Your crew close shot with every buckshot, cuz ima hitcha with my four ten,

Double barrel, two trigger, room shaker, you all in,

Hope you muthafuckas really like my shit,

Because you bite my shit,

Switch it around and recite my shit,

And I know you bitches heard about me,

But yall aint sure about me, because Im shootin atcha head g,

You play the role of a man,

But partners-n-crime, yall aint nothin but pussies in a can,

Ya try to stop me, but nigga my clip is way too tight,

Its goin down at night,

And you dont see me cuz Im not in sight,

Two of you muthafuckas wasnt around,

But I know each one of you muthafuckas could go underground,

So I checks him, and then I wet him,

Yeah, I come to your house nigga with thirty shells on the ground,

So show tec-9 whatcha made of nigga,

You started this shit, now ima finish it off bitch

Verse three: {yella boy}

Now we been gone too long true or false right or wrong

And I know yall been waitin on this God damn hit song

Let me drop some gangster lyrics on this track man

Comin like a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopin

Its about time we close shop for these niggas

Reppin on a nigga tryna make they name bigger

They actin like they bout it knowin they aint bout it

Im a catch em by theyself yeah they heart I got it

But see it all started back in 1993 when a coward out that ten

He tried to diss them jubilee yo cd forget about

New orleans rap game tryna to drop some lyrics

Boo-koo dress man you know you lame

Nigga you need to quit with that shit that aint it

You almost caught the rape charge bitch you wouldve been sick

But anyway it go hey, how much would the dope take?

Take ya to the brown, peanut butter and powder

You two motherfuckin hoes tryna run one time

But first, what about the crowd that did that dance

Eddie bow, you thought the twerk would work and

Rock the crowd its unbelievable, hoe its a ghetto

Better yet my shop where I go and make my rounds

I aint no joke Im on a real big boy big boy

My only promise was to ask my boy, was he down with me?

He cant cuz he gay, watch out for the stick

The gangster tried to run up but we dropped em

Like a hoe, fight em like carl lewis in the ring

Then started to get to stabbin leave a trick

Cuz, Im stunn hard you bests get the right tools

Back up on magi noo, prime time you a bitch

I cant let you slide cuz I got that feelin

You lookin like a punk by the eyes

You know that ass hopin that body still movin

Never talk that shit till I get to the stage sooner

You never go huh you never go what

"nigga you aint talkin you better keep my

Motherfuckin name out yo motherfuckin mouth

Before you get yo motherfuckin head bust"

Im talkin to you mystikal Im a leave yo ass

Incabale condtion motherfucker I hope you take

This time long

Im sick of tired, Im sick of tired

Of you bitches playin with me

Im free the three so respect u.n.l.v.

I told you once, I told ya twice

We not nice yall first mind lead wrong

You should have thought twice

Tryna diss yall thought we had dismissed

Yall missed like tryna dissin like that

Left yo back, that yo wife is wack

Cuz thats a fact, and we back cuz Im a

Bad a yella boy

Maybe thats why they slip so hard

But fuck it, Im a jump in my car

I told yall once before, Im not no little boy

Shop closed cuz of the third

Motherfuck! a big boy

{chorus}

 

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