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Utwór: Souljas

  • wykonawca: 504 Boyz
  • album: Goodfellas
  • wyświetleń: 2309

"Anyone contesting Tha Dogg Pound, guaranteed instant death"- [RBX]
    [Snoop Dogg]
  It's them Dogg House niggas wit' them 504 Boyz
  We the real McCoys
  Wit' the plastic toya
  Pop, pop
  Grab the glock
  Cock the muthafucka, No Limit niggas, we can't be stopped
  Did you hear me?
  Ya heard me
  Record breakin'
  Hit makin'
  Can't bake 'em
  Real estatin'
  Never hatin'
  Shakin' up the game
  Bringin' the major pain
  Yea nigga, we all in the same game
  We enlighin'
  Ignitin'
  Never fightin'
  And we got them muthafuckas bitin'
  You fuck wit' P, you fuckin' wit' me
  You fuck wit Silkk, you fuckin' wit' me
  You fuck wit' D, you fuckin' wit' me
  Nigga what, that's my whole family
    [chorus 2x Krazy]
  What, you bitches goin' to war now (war now)
  No Limit got this rap shit on lockdown (lockdown)
  Wild out, bitch niggas when we come through (come through)
  I hope you wear a vest, souljas touchin' you (touchin' you)
  I'm bustin' you
    [Master P]
  I'm on the run, I head west wit' the dogs
  504, that means ball til' u fall
  I ain't bout' no playin' nigga, it's on and poppin'
  You either workin' wit' those boys, or you out ther shortstoppin'
  Now keep you eyes on the prize nigga, don't fuck wit' the hos
  Cuz you see at night in the bricks nigga, anything goes
  Now you can bulletproof you chest, and they'll bust your head
  NIgga you scared to pop, then you could get an early grave
  Cuz, one time don't worry me
  I'm a third ward nigga til' they bury me (hahaa)
  Two times nigga, shut it down
  It's No Limit, we it on lock wit' the pound
    [chorus 2X]
    [Krazy]
  Fresh out the courthouse, fuck the world, I'm finally free
  Ask them bitch niggas who snitch, is they ready for me
  My proverbs to the tank, believe I love it
  Since that "Bout' It Bout' It" album, I was dreamin' of it
  Ride wit' me, through the south, as I cruise through Texas
  A young soldier, wit' about a hundred grand in my Lexus
  On my way from Houston, after I scored the coke
  I rather, step to jail than my family be broke
  But I owe five hours, I can barely breathe
  Please lord forgive me for my sins, I got kids to feed
  Ain't no nigga in the Ivory Ville givin' me shit
  They went from trick to a bitch and buy that ho a fit
  But my souljas, before it's over off top
  Before I'm sayin' to my dogs everytime the dope is chopped
  Feel that, my niggas will ride wit' me
  Snoop and Master P said that they'll die for me
    [Chorus til' song ends]
  

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