Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Come Get Some , by - Black Moon. Song from the album War Zone Revisited, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |