Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turf Stories , by - Daz Dillinger. Release date: 30.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Turf Stories |
| Turf Stories |
| Bout the golden childs |
| Bitch-ass Nigga |
| I thought you knew we run this motherfucker |
| Turf Stories |
| We tell turf Stories |
| Turf Stories |
| We tell turf Stories |
| We tell the story |
| Turf Stories |
| We tell turf Stories |
| Said you |
| Don’t really wanna fuck around with us |
| Jack a fool, remenis and capture us |
| To all y’all bitch-ass Niggas what’s up |
| Slow down a little bit innocent |
| Plus a little bit of that |
| Time to rip some good shit |
| Make 'em scrap |
| To my hat, to the back |
| I’m loadin' my shit |
| Start up the bus |
| Aim at everything livin' and movin' |
| Cause I don’t give a fuck |
| My turf |
| And it ain’t to be fucked with |
| We run this |
| Got no time for no bullshit |
| Nigga you heard it |
| Check it out |
| You get some rounds |
| A quarter ounce |
| No doubt |
| Another day for this paper round |
| Shut your mouth |
| And peep what I tell ya about |
| It’s a drout on the turf in the damn shown herb |
| But I got mo' butter than Miss Butterworf |
| Through your turf and we’re servin' to work |
| Ice Cream can’t be seen |
| Pineapples and apple |
| Get your rifles |
| I cause a hassle |
| Fuck the fortune and fame |
| Got me rings and chains |
| You on my Turf, young Nigga |
| This my hood and this my gang |
| We tell the story |
| Turf Stories |
| We tell turf Stories |
| What am I |
| Automatic weapons pumped in |
| It ain’t there, now they gone |
| Nigga, would that be wrong |
| Dippin' relocated |
| Hopin' we get away |
| Hopin' they won’t see my face |
| To catch another case |
| Me and Mac Shawn higher that motherfucker |
| Poppin' on the bomb |
| Dip the stick and now homie it’s on |
| Motherfuckers gettin' money |
| Livin' like king |
| Kill a motherfucker just for my dream |
| Now what I mean |
| You see what we mean, Nigga |
| This game ain’t funny |
| Cause we smash the sunguns |
| And take they money |
| On the turf we keep it runnin' like an avenue |
| Get gettin' revenals |
| We ride Benzes and old schools |
| Now what the fuck am I supposed to do |
| Stop sellin' Coca |
| Quit mackin' and rappin' |
| To all my Mob Niggas |
| Pull your gats and start cappin' |
| (BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM) |
| We tell the story |
| Turf Stories |
| We tell turf Stories |
| Tell my do you hear me |
| Turf Stories |
| We tell turf Stories |
| The Mack 1-twicer |
| The M-1-dozen |
| The 9 mm |
| The .45 fever |
| We midnight servers |
| We make believers |
| ]From Vallejo to Oakland |
| We keep on smokin' |
| ]From Long Beach to Compton |
| We keep on stompin' |
| For our turf, I know it hurts |
| I know we put in work |
| We do dirt |
| Motherfuckers to come around here |
| Gettin' pimped, back slapped and jerked |
| Ha, ha |
| They hear us on the streets |
| They don’t worry bout us |
| Cause me and my homeboys don’t give a fuck |
| That’s the way it’s supposed to go |
| (Way it’s supposed) |
| That’s the way it’s supposed to go |
| (Way it’s supposed) |
| Crack peels, weed hot |
| Sherm regulate to make paper |
| That’s how we make our paper everyday |
| Gankin' Niggas for a fulltime hobby |
| This lifestyle that I live is a fulltime hobby |
| For all the fame and glory |
| The rap wanna step |
| Born never to take no shit from no Nigga |
| Fuck everybody (Everybody) |
| It’s like I’m born everyday |
| Each and every way |
| The way that we tend to do it like this (like this) |
| Nigga |
| We tell the story |
| Turf Stories |
| We tell turf Stories |
| We tell the story |
| Turf Stories |
| Motherfuckin' turf Stories |
| We tell the story |
| Turf Stories |
| We tell turf Stories |
| Tell me do you hear me |
| I hear you man |
| Yeah yo |
| When you fantasize of takin' lives |
| Bangin' and born to be |
| Exoted callin' shots |
| Like a boss in his hogs (Boss in his hogs) |
| When they likin' and they mackin' |
| Niggas actin' infront (Actin' infront) |
| But we dumb, steady bluffin' |
| And they touchin' us not (Touchin' us not) |
| When the seas known to freeze |
| At the sound of shot (Sound of a shot) |
| We run 'em out |
| Once they Glock fell down at the spot |
| (Down at the spot) |
| You missed the whole juice |
| Once gettin' the boot |
| I be rude cause they swooped up a? |
| (?) |
| Like it’s you thought it’s new |
| Cute bitches and coupes |
| When the truth we movin' huge |
| With or without Snoop (Without Snoop) |
| We get loose like dogs |
| Heavin' scrabble and beat |
| Eatin' Niggas it they think |
| They can challenge with me (Challenge with me) |
| We put it down for the glory |
| We tellin' turf stories |
| We tellin' stories |
| We tellin' turf stories |
| We tell the story |
| Turf Stories |
| We tellin' turf Stories |
| We tell the story |
| Outro: |
| Tray Deee the beast |
| Mac Shawn and Daz |