Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pick One, artist - Chief Keef. Album song Bang 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FilmOn
Song language: English
Pick One |
| Remember posted on the block ready for the war |
| Running up a house and straight kick in door |
| Posted on the front right on Grenshaw |
| On Indian toting big guns |
| When I come through, Hut! |
| attention |
| Niggas full of hate they full of tension |
| Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns |
| Dead or in jail nigga pick one |
| Your drawers got lit on it, talking money I been on ya |
| Don’t make me up this fif on ya, give your ass a 51 |
| I be smoking 91, you be smokin' 61 |
| You only smoke that 87, you be smokin' that shitty stuff |
| I be smoking that 93, think I was born in 93 |
| Ben Frank said he was having dinner, he called me and invited me |
| Cops got pictures of me selling dope, they call me and indicted me |
| I don’t even like to talk but my money it like to speak |
| You got 15 for a V shit that’s aight with me |
| But I gotta call you back cause your verse price was beat |
| On the block it was me, white, pipes and weed |
| Let an opp pull up, I’ma get the strikey things |
| Remember posted on the block ready for the war |
| Running up a house and straight kick in door |
| Posted on the front right on Grenshaw |
| On Indian toting big guns |
| When I come through, Hut! |
| attention |
| Niggas full of hate they full of tension |
| Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns |
| Dead or in jail nigga pick one |
| Dead or in jail nigga pick one |
| Heaven or in hell a nigga in one |
| I don’t play ball I cross the N1 |
| Shot the 3s, we street ballers, dunk a damn point |
| I’m rolling up backwoods fuck your damn joint |
| I don’t like them swishers they don’t feel right |
| You feel like ballin', feel like stallin', what you feel like |
| I ain’t can’t get right, I’m Mr. Get Right |
| I’m riding with that missile I won’t miss you, I’m gonna hit you |
| Wassup to the bay, wassup South Central |
| Wassup to L. A, I’m some Chiraq ass nigga |
| I still be in my ways, I be totin' my pistol |
| Remember posted on the block ready for the war |
| Running up a house and straight kick in door |
| Posted on the front right on Grenshaw |
| On Indian toting big guns |
| When I come through, Hut! |
| attention |
| Niggas full of hate they full of tension |
| Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns |
| Dead or in jail nigga pick one |