Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Mash , by - B-Legit. Song from the album Hempin Ain't Easy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.09.2000
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
We Mash |
| It’s me and Coleone at the pound on perk |
| Wanna hit the stripper spot, maybe knock us some work |
| It’s been a minute, I’m in it still down to ride |
| 98 Nav' with the screens inside |
| Hoes wanna roll, bitches know we go big |
| A car full of dope, nigga sittin' on six |
| Big like a gat, so now my mack stay low |
| With no DL so I bails from fifth-0 |
| I’m hittin' corners, blocks, driveways and alleys |
| Whitewall’s and Rally’s dippin' up and down Cali |
| Might hit the spot, and wanna get down tough |
| A bag full of kush and a sack of the duff |
| You had enough? |
| You know the staff was down to hurt her |
| The bitch was a groupie hoe, just fucked C-Murder |
| And I’m a motherfucker dick that’s Platinum and Gold |
| It ain’t my fault, that’s what I was taught, the game is cold |
| («I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat») |
| The game is cold |
| («I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat») |
| The game is cold |
| («I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat») |
| The game is cold |
| («I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat») |
| Guess who’s back in the motherfuckin' house |
| With a fat sack and a dick for your mouth |
| Nigga comin' back with hoes, money and clout |
| And tryin' to show y’all what this shit is really about |
| Now, I can kick it with B or light up the heat |
| Or holler at P, turn up the beat |
| Bangin' the fo', the low-low that is |
| Or slang dodo or coco, fo' sho' that is |
| But I ain’t even trippin' no more |
| I’m like the Six Million Dollar Man, nigga in slow-mo |
| Go bro, take this shit as far as ya ever been |
| Shit I’m tryin' to go places, ain’t no nigga never been |
| But then, niggas steady tryin' to twist me |
| In the pen I got the whole Crip card with me |
| Come get me, y’all niggas know where I’m at |
| Ain’t No Limit to this shit, just know that |
| Nigga know that, we show that |
| («I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat») |
| The game is cold |
| («I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat») |
| The game is cold |
| («I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat») |
| The game is cold |
| («I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat») |
| Up early in the mornin', dressed in black |
| I’m to the dope track to get the dope sack |
| Blowin', it’s Mr. Bill Clinton of Vallejo, California |
| With no warnin' shots, just thought I’d warn ya |
| I used to campaign, sold D in the rain |
| Came Mother’s Day, gave chickens away |
| Now where I stay, in the Yay, be on the under |
| Shit be like a jungle, sometimes it make we wonder |
| By the summer, fuck a Hummer, I ball a 'Burban |
| If niggas don’t get it together, it’s curtains |
| I’m certain, we all hurtin', all want a piece |
| But if you fiddle with mine I turn savage beast |
| Leave you creased nigga, like you stole somethin' |
| People tell me «Legit, you’s a cold somethin» |
| Fuck fightin' and frontin', and bustin' over nothin' |
| That’s how they fold, the game be cold |
| («I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat») |
| The game be cold |
| («I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat») |
| The game be cold |
| («I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat») |
| The game be cold |
| («I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat») |
| The game be cold |