Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come Get Some, artist - Black Moon. Album song War Zone Revisited, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.11.2005
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Come Get Some |
Sippin my henny |
Don’t start none, won’t be none 2X |
Wan’t some, get some |
Like, Buckshot, Hennyville |
Guess who? |
punk chunk, ya brain just blew |
It is he, gun two, L.O.U |
You want some? |
Shit, come and get it |
Bout this Bob Mar' split bitch, nah you can’t hit this |
Moked like Jeff Bridges while we takin pictures |
Smilin at these bitches, not thinkin bout our digits |
You want some, come come, I got some |
Fifth of Henny and some friends, we can all get dumb |
Everybody had a cup and in a pot put nut |
Half to gettin mines, I told her regulate that son |
Spillin some, for my fam that past |
I miss my nana always, but I’mma still get ass |
Get more cash, jump off and whip some ass |
Ville clickin, and off and think my niggas a blad |
It’s like that, mad cuz my fam don’t brag |
Fuck a finer dime and shine it to a Hefty bag |
Fire one, Buckshot, comin with a gun |
Fire two, Buckshot, blast that too |
Actin like you solid witcha plastic prue |
Schemin on my nigga L.U., who the hell are you |
What? |
you think I’mma talk and flap |
Fuck the chit-chat, man I should’ve of been put this in your back |
You ain’t have to act like that |
But you did, now I’m bout to aim for ya wig |
Word up my nigga, see whatever they want, they get |
Want me to flip? |
I flip |
The rhymes I whip, hence back to Brooklyn in a flash |
Thinkin about the weed and the stash, in the ash tray |
Man I got ass on the way |
Shit I got a call from Renee today |
She got that bombay, I’m bout to put her on the block |
Where the drugs and the thugs stay |
Pick up my money and send her on the way |
You know what it’s like |
I fuck around and smack the chicken in the breast |
Chill, you can get wet by the Hennyville spill |
Buckshot I still kill |
Chorus 2X: Buckshot |
You want some, you get some |
I’mma bout to fuck around and bleed somethin |
Don’t start none, won’t be none |
But since you started, I’mma bout to rip apart shit |
Aiyo, what ya niggas wanna do with us |
Bucktown we bust, murder is a must |
Everytime I think about commercial rap niggas |
Leave the hood and scared to come back, niggas |
I subtract them niggas, they ain’t a part of us |
He ain’t a part of my click, don’t even start him up |
He rock a 10 Karat, we rock 24 all day |
Still smoke in a hallway |
And I make more in a day, then you make in a year |
So why the fuck is you in my ear |
You still think it’s sweat now? |
Fuck the beef now |
Yo Louieville take it to the street now |
It’s BDB and Hennyville ya |
On fire like cheeba, get ya girl scream «Mamma mia» |
Aiyo I’m out of Henny’s World with the go cart girls |
My niggas barkin, while some turn over and nerve |
Too many drinks son, it’s affectin what you thinkin |
Stop dummin, don’t forget we Black Trumpin' |
Yo I jump inside my Buggy |
Aiyo shorty wanna wish me luck, I ask |
If I win or lose, will you still give it up? |
She giggled and pilled off, we had to laugh |
Buck sever before we dash, it’s in the bag |
There it go, the checkered flag |
I’m neck and neck with shorty for a second |
I wouldn’t believe she do me dirty |
She tried to ram my tire, caught the divider |
Flipped the entire car and caught fire |
I kinda felt sorry, nigga, not hardly |
Sittin in the window, startin smokin Bob Marley |