Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shutterbugg, artist - Big Boi. Album song Sir Lucious Left Foot...The Son Of Chico Dusty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Shutterbugg |
Uhh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe |
Boy check the rsume, it’s risky business in the A (A) |
And I’ve been witness to this history, ever since the 10th grade |
We went from rockin braids to temp fades |
I twist my A hat to the side just for style |
Or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly |
Wow, the Southern pride been known to shut it down |
It ain’t so country though nigga, this ain’t no Gomer Pyle |
I’m Sergeant Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked to order in order |
to satisfy my people in Georgia and cross the water |
And, across the border the esse’s are gettin smarter |
They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas |
If you follow, wink wink, No Doubt we +Don't Speak+ |
In a blink them folks can have you sleepin in the clink |
I’m shittin on niggaz and peein on the seat |
It’s the nigga, the B-I-G B-O-I, O-U-T |
Now party people in the club it’s time to cut a rug |
And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs |
I’m double fisted and you empty you can grab a cup |
Boy stop, I’m just playin, let me dap you up |
(Baby baby — baby baby) |
(You're in my system — you’re in my system) |
(Baby baby — baby baby) |
(Tell me you’re listenin — tell me you’re listenin) |
Boy, it’s after 12, club like a hive B |
A beehive cause now everybody buzzin around me |
Could it be the way that the verse is sounding? |
Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz |
Toys, I had a Brougham, called it Pretty Brown Thing |
Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining |
Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggaz beside me |
Index finger on the trigger case niggaz is clowning |
Not to flex but to +Protect My Neck+ like the Wu-Tang |
Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim |
Or get in somethin more sinister, you gotta be the finisher |
Make it so the doctors they can’t replenish him |
Or bring him back to life. |
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back to reality |
Gon' get him some hoes, leave it alone |
Triple O.G. |
status, A-Town's very own |
Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin 'gnac |
Bendin round corners in the 'llac |
Cut a rug, playa now cut a rug |
Throw yo' deuces in the sky for the shutterbuggs |
(And this goes out to all my ladies in the front) What you want? |
You make me wanna breed, girl freeze |
Cut a rug (lady now) cut a rug |
(And throw yo' deuces in the sky for the shutterbuggs) |
Tell me you’re listenin cause you’re all up in my system |
I can feel ya from my head to my toes, to my toes |
(You're in my system, my system) |
Lucious Left Foot got his best foot forward, darling |
Lord have mercy how them flows stay so cold, froze |
(Tell me you’re listenin, listenin) |
… Cut a rug, cut a rug |
(You're in my system, my system) Shutterbugg |
… Cut a rug, cut a rug |
(Tell me you’re listenin) |