Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here We Come, Boy!, artist - C-Bo. Album song Enemy of the State, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.03.2000
Record label: Warlock
Song language: English
Here We Come, Boy! |
| Ain’t no runnin my thugs in coming to come gunning |
| Running down pound for pound dumping them rounds |
| Catching a beatdown these outta town niggas stay thuggin |
| Mustlin and hustlin to try to keep from strugglin |
| Bubblin on the block with a mouth fulla rocks |
| Packin a Glock with jackers plotin on the spot |
| We ride till we die bullets fly through the night |
| We load clips spit hollow tips till they all ride or they all cry |
| I thank the LORD for my living |
| You hollering and ballering without a dam thing giving |
| I’m rolling with thugs in the v thugs on dubs and no love |
| If you don’t get money like a scrub if your money ain’t right |
| You better fall boy |
| If your money is tight you gone fall boy |
| I’m from that westside where we ride |
| Throw your dubs in the sky fuck’em all we ball till we ride |
| Here we come, boy |
| Better raise up off the spot |
| Here we come, boy |
| Better hide or not |
| Here we come, boy |
| Why you cuffing that broad |
| She gone lose or choose the nigga that got it all |
| Hummers we come gunning them down drastic |
| Blasted the bastards off they muthafucking asses |
| Closed casket toward those that want to have it |
| Fuck a speech make peace in the street with automatics |
| I’m starvin like marvin niggas so fuck fast |
| I’m getting mines with my gun with my mask straight mashing |
| Ride by you bitches watching that ass cry |
| If I ride on you niggas you better blast or die |
| Smash or fry I’m in jail raising heck |
| Put down your gauge and rag nigga and get mail get mail |
| You’s money is funny cuz you’s a dummy |
| On the block hop on your veins nose all runny |
| Cloths all bummy your hoes all on me |
| And it’s all for the milk and honey I count money like a bank teller |
| It’s all mines in this gangster shit I’m the greatest of all time |
| Witness to hurder me never I stay focused |
| Blast till they disappear like rukus fukus |
| To escape death is hopeless |
| I open fire with teflons on you bitches till you smoke us |
| Reminiscing on my past days addicted to my bastard ways |
| I’ll be a thug till my casket lays |
| Dear LORD will you help me escape prison |
| Success and freedom is my only possible mission |
| Tried to violate my freedom of speech pete kip |
| They punk violation was weak eat a dick bitch |
| Didn’t think a thug could rise above skies |
| It made me to push a bently witness me drive by and fuck parole |
| Till I fold all you pinkies against me |
| I opened fire like gerano I pack a Glock and lick shots |
| Like 'Pac on cops and won’t stop till they all drop punk bitch |