Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down For My Stacks, artist - B.G.. Album song True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.07.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Down For My Stacks |
When I was lil all i could think about was gettin dis |
cheddar had dreams of being like 2pac or even better |
so i was down 4 my stacks and i made a killin turned |
it over b. |
gizzle to resolve my feelings. |
I’m down 4 my stacks i’m rollin wit b. |
gizzle mayne i’m down 4 my cheddar |
I’m down 4 my stacks i’m rollin wit dee money mayne i’m down 4 my cheddar |
Mayne If u Know bout hustlaz then u know bout me, |
rollin wit b. |
g ready 2 get dis cheese, |
pullin and poppin triggaz, |
ready 2 get these stacks ready 2 to show these niggaz |
dat my nigga geezy back, rollin in a impala wit 23 |
inch chrome rollin on firebird giavonni stones, ready 2 show da world |
dat i’m down 4 my stacks, and send these niggas packin |
wit dat monkey on em lackin, |
and show these niggas why i keep a heata under my jacket |
i dress in all black to impress cause i’m a 9th ward |
nigga, new orleans only hustla, |
and i’m down 4 my stacks nigga I lean wit it i rock |
wit i do da fema bounce wit it, |
I need my fema stacks nigga, |
go back 2 new orleans and pull up in a fema lac nigga, Katrina |
shut us down we makin a come in 06 nigga believe we coming back, im gone come back swinging and wreck katrina |
then do her something wrong i’ma let off three or 4 |
bullets straight off in her dome, |
i’m a ride 2 da nolia and meet b. |
g. |
and let katrina have nigga best believe me. |
Chorus |
i’m da type a nigga dat grind wit no sleep, |
i’ll be a lie if i said i ride wit no heat i stay posted |
on da block, i don’t run away from cops, |
i just let dem niggaz have call dee money tell give |
dat heater out his jacket, |
i’m a magnolia prince a vl hustla, chopper city boyz we grind all summer, |
it’s me, dee money, hakizzle, |
gar, mike, and, sniper us 6 together nigga we dogging |
rifles mpulling triggas, bust ya brain, |
killing niggas 4 pocket change i’m down 4 my stacks |
and nuttin less, i’m da type a nigga dat’ll pull ya blood vessels out ya chest, |
r.i.p. |
2 my nigga soulja slim, |
he been my nigga ever sense he was magnolia slim, |
when been hustlin on vl ever sense i was young n thuggin, but |
now dat he gone, a nigga thuggin in public, |
my daddy named me christopher, |
lost him at thirteen he left me hakizzle and my mamma |
carol dats my queen, i been bad ever sense, |
i been trying 2 get dis monkey my back, |
so i called dee money, and now i’m down 4 my stacks. |
Chorus |
Yeah Make sho ya’ll go pick up my nigga dee money new album ya heard me, |
called LIFE AFTER HURRICANCE KATRINA, |
It’s CHOPPER CITY yo dee say something 2 em right qick |
No I ain’t a hater don’t get me wrong, |
you made it a hot line, me and b.g. |
made it a hot song peace. |