Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bonus Track, artist - Dru Down. Album song Explicit Game, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.09.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pimp On
Song language: English
Bonus Track |
What’s up, miznan? |
Driznu Diznown, miznan |
I seen Tiznask all in front of the house, miznan |
A nigga was triznippin', man—what happened? |
I woke up and started my morning with beef, hash, and coffee |
I thinking about this rookie ass cop named McCarthy |
They keep on jackin'—oh, is there a problem, sir? |
I know there’s not, so what the fuck did you stop me for? |
That’s the type of shit I’m talking right there |
A lame ass cop a pumpin' nursery fear |
Take the badge and the belt off, huh, and get a sawed off |
And blow your muthafuckin' head straight off |
Now, I’m running from the po-po's, get in front of |
I’m jettin', getting quicker ‘cause I’m gonna, dip |
A devastating leap over the fence |
I hit the ground and the right and commence |
To put my muthafuckin' after-burners on |
After me, he hit the fence but I’m gone |
He stomped his feet, he’s getting angry, saying «Damn!» |
About this time, I’m in the Cougar with the slam |
I see these silly dilly daffy duckin' bitches |
They’re my potnas but they wanna ride to Bridges |
I said «okay» and them in and what the fuck |
One light, one dark, and both with big butts |
But soon I pulled away from the curb |
The Task was on my ass, there go my nerves |
I’m getting jittery but the hoes couldn’t see |
I had a stack in my drawers worth a G |
I made a move and when I did, there goes the siren |
But what do you know, the bitches out my roof firing |
A gunshots through the window to the head and now they’re dead |
And I don’t give a fuck about the punk wonder bread |
So ya see, it was a job well done |
Congratulated the hoes with the drank and bomb, huh |
We hit Bridges, dropped the hoes off immediately |
And being the player that I am, I continue to be |
I’m still riding as I shoot through the big Melrose |
And muthafuckas getting jacked, stripped head to toe, bro |
But what do you know, mayne, Dru Down is steady packin' |
I got somethin' when they keep jackin', see |
Like that, miznan? |
(Yeah, fuck the police) |
Now I’m finna introduce my potna Numskull from the Luni Tunz |
Finna kick this jailhouse shit |
I just got out of muthafuckin' jailhouse |
I heard more stories than soaps that niggas tell before they bail out |
Before I hit the first bullpen or holding |
Cell, I heard more muthafuckas say that they was rollin' |
Be sellin' dope in the East |
At least got fits, cars, bitches, and a couple of ki’s |
Don’t do no homework in school but he passin' still |
One nigga said he fucked more bitches than Massengill |
Got a bitch, 36, with a husband too |
He don’t sell weight but you know that his cousin do |
You need somethin', he can get it, it’s all good, bro |
Got hella scratch but no money on his books though |
His mom’s rich ‘cause the bitch owns Nexxus |
No, he’s not hungry but he’s the first to run for breakfast |
Now he bragging about the shit that his kid has |
And he said he smoked more weed than zig-zags |
He takes a 40 to the face every morning |
Swear up and down that the hoes, they be swarming |
Around his ass ‘cause he famous |
But to make shit worse, he even lies about what his name is |
Now this was the whopper |
Slut said he heard a nigga say he had a gold helicopter |
Come on, that shit is wicked |
Why these muthafuckas always lying just to kick it? |
With that jailhouse shit |
Now I’m finna Yiznukmiznouth, the other Luni Tun |
Tell ‘em how it is, man, when you finna hit that major lick |
Up on the late night, loading clips, holding shit to myself |
About to jack this trick but he’s rollin' thick |
Thicker than my dick, so you know he’s livin' phat |
Plush ass Rolls Royce, a condo way in Sac |
I’m saying that he tried to have me offed |
And give it to boss, it didn’t work |
And first of all, I know the muthafuckin' turf |
Just like the back of my hand, the man tried to pull the lick |
Shot the four-fifth, fucked up good ‘cause he missed |
I’m over the hills and through the woods at grandma’s house just plottin' |
Niggas are mad because I got shit sewn like a stocking |
His hoes jockin', knots be walking fast past him |
Because they know Yukmouth got the creamery for them |
And M&M peanut can’t match up to the candy that we nuts |
Got in the plastic bag stashed way in the cut |
He must don’t know I know the hoe he fuck with |
And I’m a nigga that can verify she suck dick |
But uh, shit got deep, deeper than shit’s creek |
As soon as the bitch beep, she gon' tell me where the trick sleep |
Then I’ma go pimp this old shit |
And if you act bold, bitch, I’m letting off the whole clip |
In your ass, in your kids' ass, and if your black ass brother slip |
I got another clip for his ass |
Because the game is some real shit |
Two dicks don’t click, but never try to play me like a little bitch |
Nigga… |
Yeah, C&H crew, you understand me? |
Dru Down and Luni muthafuckin' Tunz, yeah |
Flow like this, somethin' to ride to |