Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beware of Those, artist - Celly Cel. Album song Song'z U Can't Find, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.07.1998
Record label: Realside
Song language: English
Beware of Those |
| Hey, JT, you know what playboy, it’s like this duke |
| The niggas from your town right, they ain’t |
| You know it’s gone be some motherfuckers |
| That’s gone hate tha shit out of you ass, you dig |
| Yeah, that’s right |
| I mean they gone hate the shit out your ass |
| Then it’s gone be some niggas that’s gone love the shit out of your ass |
| You dig |
| I mean, you know, playa haters come in all shapes and sizes |
| All shapes and sizes |
| But then again, it’s some good motherfuckers that’s got your back |
| That’s right, that’s real though |
| You dig, and the real motherfuckers they there for ya |
| Huh uh, One Love |
| We gone sprinkle 'em on this other thang |
| Beware of those faulty ass mark ass niggas snakin' in tha grass |
| Tryin' to take your cash cause you bubbled up to fast, the last |
| Nigga that tried to go against the grain, I made him feel me, mane |
| Cocked the glock, put on in the chamber then I aimed |
| For his dome and split him like a Garcia |
| Vega down the middle, jumped in my car, see ya |
| Itchy trigger finger dumpin' on them dont-knows |
| Janky ass motherfuckers, mane, beware of those |
| We drop bombs wit stocks and bonds and make it rappable |
| Financial status increasing cause everyday it’s capital |
| But more than likely, they sure ain’t real because they plastic |
| No money in they pockets but G-notes worth of assets |
| I reach out then drop check watch and get my proppers |
| We kicks it wit killers who hate cops and pack they choppers |
| So when you see me it ain’t nou need for perpetratin' |
| Stay the fuck up out my face because I know you playa hatin' me |
| Yeah, I still be my young Frisco city comrade |
| Makin' these niggas midnabb. |
| Postin' up in tha lidnabb |
| Pilin' up that cidnash |
| Champagne wishes, pussy fallin' up out the pockets |
| Thick ass … surrounded by docters, chocolate … |
| The niggas that you be thinkin' that’s always out to getcha |
| Ain’t always tryin' out to getcha |
| Sometimes them real niggas that be witcha that’s out to getcha |
| That’s why me keeps my tossed pistolas on the side of me waist-a |
| Just in case these cape crusaders wanna erase me |
| Hey, like I was saying look he, JT |
| Yuo from Frisco, we from the V right |
| We from the labb, we networking, this is what we do |
| And if you ain’t got tha recipe |
| Don’t be mad if they ain’t checkin' for ya |
| That’s real! |
| I see you sittin' on them thangs and bending the block |
| You better be sittin' on a glock or you’ll be riding stock |
| The jackers see them niggas clown, just like I see them niggas |
| But don’t be slippin' when you see me, I might be them niggas |
| With the choppers yellin' get out the car nigga |
| Hit the gas and watch me blast you ain’t gone get to far nigga |
| Don’t trust nobody cause your closest friends will turn to foes |
| It’s double agence in this game, I know you feel me though |
| You wanna take your potnas win, from me tell my why |
| Man y’all was potnas tryin' together nigga knee-high |
| How’s the fuck you just gone transport my … wear |
| Over some he say she say shit man dude you out there |
| Approaching my status feeling flavor never saving hoes |
| Breakin' doors try to trickin' some niggas in candy painted vogues |
| Marinatin' wit my boys from the V |
| We gets our paper stacks our chips and than we strike on z’s |
| We wraps our ki’s tight to keeps our G’s right |
| Gotta get that money so we can be upon the next flight |
| Not a dab but a smidgen play my game on precision |
| We dropped the bomb that’ll make things come |
| Then they fly like some pigeons |
| It’s goin' down, but ain’t no need for extra talkin' |
| How many straps up in the house, you best to get to walkin' |
| Cause in the '95 these niggas go for broke |
| Get up off that kamikaze in you face and end of smoke |
| Beware of those |
| Hey, this is my philosophy right here |
| I feel it’s enough cornbread out here for everbody |
| You know what I’m saying, I mean just think about it |
| I’m mean we, it’s a gang of motherfuckers out there |
| And we tryin' to change this shit, this the new dope game |
| We gone all get up in this rap shit |
| And get our coins ridnow as we speak, get them tokens you dig? |
| Tokens, yeah |
| You know, we networking like I say |
| Cel, what’s happening wit you playboy we, you dig |
| You laid that serious shit down |
| And you came from the heart |
| We all came from the heart and this is what we did |
| And you know, fuck it you know we |
| I’m in this motherfucker and you know how I do |
| I’m off some motherfuckin' shit |
| Urkin' jerk wit some motherfuckin' snapple |
| This 40-water, you know, like that |
| This is what we do |