Текст (слова) песни: Young Buck - 4 Kings

[Hook - Young Buck]
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws

[Chorus: Young Buck]
I was standin` on the corner slangin` `caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin` thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
I was standin` on the corner slangin` `caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin` thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)

[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
I`m in the Porche, no passenger
Feelin` like a filthy rich drug trafficer
See didn`t nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate
You not a boss if you ain`t never took a loss
Some birds never landed, but `least I didn`t got caught
We don`t even use scails, niggaz break off a brick
Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get
They gave big Paul life, but I ain`t thinkin` `bout stoppin`
`Cause soon he try to quit, that`s when the feds came got him
Ain`t nothin` in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine
I`m still paranoid though from what I left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin` wit Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin` in cups now
Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat
YEAHH

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Hey
Remember standin` in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat
That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain`t even came by yet
Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain`t even high yet
Spent 4 G`s or mo`, and I ain`t even fly yet
Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin`
They done gave her 20 mil, well big deal pimpin`
Think we fakin` when we spittin`, better get real pimpin`
`Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin`
Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin` for the women
In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions
Like me at 13, out in no supervision
Straight thug livin`, bumpin` pot drug-dealin`
Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block
Keep the hatin` to yourself, `cause that AK be on the block
Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop
Went from standin` on the block wit rock, to standin` on the top

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]
Let`s go
1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow
Miss the 17 fire, ya damn right it`s gon` snow
Told y`all I was gon` blow, kinky B said so
Or not, back to chargin` 600 for an O
Ain`t nothin` to a G, shit I been here before (True)
LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score
I turn the brick into a label, nigga I`m a boss
Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain`t even gotta floss (Haha)
Sold two million records, and half a million O`s (Damn)
Add it all up, it`s `bout a billion rocks
You can`t be serious, you niggaz ain`t fo` real
Just my ears alone, iss like a quarter a mil` (That`s right)
Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup)
I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash
Now that`s Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin` ass
Wassup

[Chorus]

[Hook - Young Buck]
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws

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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: Young Buck - 4 Kings [Hook - Young Buck] I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws [Chorus: Young Buck] I was standin` on the corner slangin` `caine (tryna make it do what it do) Just another young nigga havin` thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) I was standin` on the corner slangin` `caine (tryna make it do what it do) Just another young nigga havin` thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) [Verse 1 - Young Buck] I`m in the Porche, no passenger Feelin` like a filthy rich drug trafficer See didn`t nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate You not a boss if you ain`t never took a loss Some birds never landed, but `least I didn`t got caught We don`t even use scails, niggaz break off a brick Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get They gave big Paul life, but I ain`t thinkin` `bout stoppin` `Cause soon he try to quit, that`s when the feds came got him Ain`t nothin` in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine I`m still paranoid though from what I left behind Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin` wit Buck now Tryna slow me down, got me pissin` in cups now Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat YEAHH [Chorus] [Verse 2 - T.I.] Hey Remember standin` in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain`t even came by yet Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain`t even high yet Spent 4 G`s or mo`, and I ain`t even fly yet Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin` They done gave her 20 mil, well big deal pimpin` Think we fakin` when we spittin`, better get real pimpin` `Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin` Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin` for the women In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions Like me at 13, out in no supervision Straight thug livin`, bumpin` pot drug-dealin` Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block Keep the hatin` to yourself, `cause that AK be on the block Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop Went from standin` on the block wit rock, to standin` on the top [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Young Jeezy] Let`s go 1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow Miss the 17 fire, ya damn right it`s gon` snow Told y`all I was gon` blow, kinky B said so Or not, back to chargin` 600 for an O Ain`t nothin` to a G, shit I been here before (True) LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score I turn the brick into a label, nigga I`m a boss Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain`t even gotta floss (Haha) Sold two million records, and half a million O`s (Damn) Add it all up, it`s `bout a billion rocks You can`t be serious, you niggaz ain`t fo` real Just my ears alone, iss like a quarter a mil` (That`s right) Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup) I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers love it Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash Now that`s Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin` ass Wassup [Chorus] [Hook - Young Buck] I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws Нравится песня? 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