| We drive Excursions with TV’s
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| Bubble eye humvees A mouth full of gold teeth
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| And i represent that CP3 Where my niggas on the block boy
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| Open up shop boy And they’ll kill ya for them rocks boy
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| Gimme some money, dollars and I’ma give you 400 back
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| Give it to me in powder and imma change it into crack
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| I’m tryna change my life but im tired of bein broke
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| Thats why I post up with my niggas and we hustle by the store
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| (Where you at whodi?) I’m over here Shaggy
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| Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi
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| Bitches will love to have me, because I’m livin lavish
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| I’ll take some pussy but head is what really makes me happy
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| I’m downtown in the 9th ward, Saint Claude
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| Friday night when the boulevard is full of beacoup broads
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| Im on the scene full of Henny
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| New Orleans love me so I ain’t gotta spend a fuckin penny
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| I let em know that I’m a 504 boy from across the Canal…
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| …And I’m from the 12th, I roll by myself
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| And if you can’t tell, I’m bad for your health
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| Bitch im the man, keep up if you can
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| Yall niggas can’t stand it
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| When i come with them uptown niggas
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| From the 504 with a gun in both hands
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| I’m the tracks, I’m the wheel on the tanks
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| I live on the bill in the banks
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| I come in and do my thang
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| Where the motherfucka that think I’m playin?
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| Life in the bricks, believe me niggas we live it
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| If they ain’t made it yet then bitch they gotta build it
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| Money to the ceiling, I used to sell rocks on blocks
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| Fuckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY socks
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| Whodi I’m hot, enough cash to buy yall blocks
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| Trucks… hold, I got NYPD locked
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| I’m a killa nigga, raw dog guerrilla nigga
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| Try to download the spot cuz willow was hot nigga
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| When I come through I come through wild
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| Come through foul, come through loud
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| Run through the crowd, run 2000
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| Come through this kickin like its kung-fu style
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| From the front to the rear whodi, it’s No Limit year whodi
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| (Yo Silkk where you at?) I’m in this No Limit gear whodi
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| Where I’m at? |
| I’m over here, in the project on the block
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| Im C-Murder, I’m bout dat drama nigga
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| Fuck you and your mamma
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| Incarcerate me if you could
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| But you gotta find me in the hood
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| Im foreva gettin blunted
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| Nigga, No Limit niggas keep comin
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| Never runnin from them bitches
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| Dumpin fools up in ditches
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| And snitches, I give em motherfuckin stitches
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| Dat 504, tha Calliope, we rattle street and rust ya blade
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| Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave
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| Check your rearview, lock them doors
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| Beat your hoes and cock ya shit
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| Count your money by the bit
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| And get TRU niggas in your clique nigga
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| N-O, L-I, M-I to the T
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| It’s just a bunch of crazy motherfuckers just like me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whody, artist - C-Murder. Album song Oldies but Goodies, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп