Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Showdown , 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
Showdown |
| Yo it’s that nigga from the Tribe |
| Let these niggas know what’s up son, aight? |
| Bounce to this, you don’t wanna miss this, get into this |
| This is that shit that make em all flip |
| They all want a piece |
| Some keep a steady mind, some get geese |
| Now what be the shit that make them niggas think |
| When they ship come in, they ship won’t sink |
| Everybody you meet on your way up, you meet down |
| So if you burn a bridge how you gonna cross town |
| Think about it now and cry later |
| A mothafuckin money maker so I die greater |
| And everytime I get them visions in my head |
| Everything is red, gettin high from the stimuli |
| Very blurry-eyed dred |
| Said to me, Buck da B-D-B |
| When you smoke your? |
| sensity? |
| I hope you take out your seed |
| And watch your back for them bitches who act shady |
| Wit another lady friend that try to serve you wit gravy |
| Menage, I almost got caught, what can I say |
| Fallin for the lust, I almost got bust Friday |
| But safely so, got em by the most high |
| He’s out yo, into some next bullshit, I’m like |
| Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this |
| All my hip-hop heads |
| Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this |
| Mr. Buckshot say |
| Hip-hop, set out in the park |
| Niggas comin through wit they heaters to bark |
| I always have to be around some shit |
| Showin mothafuckers I be down for shit |
| Real quick to do my justice |
| Walk the streets and stay close to my musket |
| Bust this, everytime I hit the corner I notice at night |
| Niggas always wanna see a fight, crowd around it like |
| Cause a scene, some dumb nigga might pop off a shot |
| In the air for props, followed by the cops and the ghetto bird |
| Swoop down and hit them niggas while they standin on the curb |
| What a herb, kick off a shot in the air |
| Make the crowd shatter, kid you should’ve splurged |
| Now all I see is a fleet of DT’s |
| Comin in the direction of B-D-B |
| Kick up dust, can’t get bust, duckin darts |
| See they wanna shoot the god |
| Fuck it, they want to hit all of us |
| Bounce to this, in your Pinto |
| You can bounce to this in your 5 double-0 |
| You can bounce to this in your Mustang |
| You can bouce to this, let it bang let it bang |
| You can bounce to this on the block that you on |
| You can bounce to this, polyin on your horn, come on |
| When a finesse pulled up in a GS |
| Double-breast to protect the lungs that I blow cess from |
| Yes, now I got time to press |
| Early visions in my head seein you in that red dress |
| Back door, it’s the VIP |
| For B-D-B, classic '83 type jewelery |
| Sport gold nugget, fuck it |
| Rugged individual and make a profit from it |
| That’s why I love it and I get mine |
| Promote the bump and grind, sippin liqour to a lime |
| Every girl’ll be a dime, see it’s showtime |
| And every mothafucker online wanna hit something |
| Niggas need to stop frontin |
| Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this |
| All my hip-hop heads |
| Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this |
| Mr. Buckshot say |
| Bounce to this in your 3−2-0 |
| Bounce to this in your 5−4-0 |
| Bounce to this in your 7−4-0 |
| You can bounce to this blazin on hydro, ooh |
| Wha-what, if you smoke a ounce you can bounce to this |
| In the club you bounce to this |
| Up inside your sheet you can bounce to this |
| In the projects you can bounce to this |
| Fuck it, in the suburb bounce to this |
| Huh, in the curb you can bounce to this |
| Fuckin wit the herb, you can bounce to this |
| Wha-what, wha-what |
| 5FT, Evil Dee, Buckshot da B-D-B |
| Back at yo' ass for the nine-now |
| Don’t bite this style, mothafucker BOO-YAA! |