| Roach spraid on the block
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| Then I took my throwback
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| Now my soldiers posted up
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| Hangin' like a coatrack
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| Gun in the bushes and
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| Work in the stash spot
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| Overtime, al night
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| Try’na make a fat knock
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| Swell in my pocket
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| Like I’m carryin' a loaf of bread
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| Been around the world
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| But I still love local head
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| Got the shit to make 'em jump
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| It’s hyper like a pimp rally
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| Give 'em just a piece it make 'em
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| Mime me like a skip daddy
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| Glock, Chevy parked in the yard
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| Wit' the double pipes
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| If I catch ya try’na steal it
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| I’ma get double life
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| I ain’t wanna do it, I ain’t even really hate son
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| That’s a damn shame but tomorrow, I’ma make ???
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| Black Hummer waitin' for me in front of the jail house
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| Comin' for the boys who thought that I wouldn’t bail out
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| Top notch citizen, on top of his shit again
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| Pimp type, M-J-G, another hit again
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| This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
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| How you wanna do it, we can just get to it
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| (Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
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| (Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it, bitch)
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| This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
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| How you wanna do it, we can just get to it
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| (Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
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| (Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it)
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| Boys ask me all the time
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| Am I tired of the grind
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| Hell naw nigga, gettin' richer
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| That’s all on my mind
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| Twist the pine, smoke a pound
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| Grabbin' chickens, buy a ticket
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| Delta airlines, pimp, I got some down ass bitches
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| Broads wit' them credit cards
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| Make her listen, let her charge
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| Flat TVs and some tiles for my momma car
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| Eighty-thousand dollars, I’mma fuckin' ghetto superstar
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| Work come soft, never hard, that’s a different charge
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| Tre-8 never jam if I gotta blam blam!
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| If you not a regular, I’m taxin' you like Uncle Sam
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| Rubber gloves, blue magic and some Downy sheets
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| Plenty plastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine
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| My uncle, «Old School» don’t need nothin' but a triple-beam
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| A dollar and a plate, he like to hit it while he mix it
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| I be rollin' up blunts in the den, countin' bread
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| 30 dollars till my heart stop beatin' and I’m dead
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| Unh
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| Sweet Jones is the pimp of the year
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| Wrist full of frozen fireworks
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| 6 in my ear, fly hoes and chains and
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| Swangin' on them thangs bitch
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| No I ain’t no lame, got cocaine
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| It ain’t no thang bitch, for you to drive down holl’n for ten
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| Guaranteed when ya test it you’ll come and get 'em again
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| I heard a nigga say his name was Pimp C on that «Boss'n Up» movie
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| But that nigga ain’t me
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| Too many clones in the streets and on the microphone
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| Pussy ass niggas need to leave my legacy alone
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| 'Cause I’m a motherfuckin' king in that Texas
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| Don’t hesitate to put that thang on them plexers
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| 'Cause it ain’t no thang to lay yo' lump off in yo' lap boy
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| Hit his figure wit' the trigger, scratch off in the toy
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| Fuck me, not a change nigga fuck you
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| You want a war? |
| It’s whateva you bitches wanna do |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whatchu Gonna Do , by - 8Ball & MJG. Song from the album Ridin' High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп