Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song QBG, artist - Funk Flex. Album song The Tunnel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
QBG |
| Nigga, I got cash nigga |
| I had tooken care of real quick |
| I ain’t wettin that |
| Yo what’s the deal, you a thug or what |
| We cut you up, nigga we’ll fuck you up |
| What be the drill, we the Queens gangstas |
| Infamous mobstas, you a wanksta |
| See it’s like, twenty-inch wheels |
| We pull off lots wit the newest hot shit, we so ill |
| Spend hundreds on our meals |
| Thousands on our outfits, half a mil on the houses |
| For thrills, fuck women in they high heels |
| Till they max out and pass out from how it feels |
| My niggas win their appeals (why?) |
| Cuz high-paid lawyers get broke wit big bills |
| Stash boxes conceal the big mills |
| So if we got problems, somebody get killed |
| And that’s how it is, there’s nothin you can do about it |
| Dead men tell no tales |
| And if you think a nigga gon' squeal, put up his bail |
| And twist that nigga when he touch down, huh |
| For real, I don’t need no sh-ells |
| I got guns, and M-6 peel, y’all best chill |
| I’m grown from blastin |
| You cartoon goons wit no room for ration |
| Flippin the soonest fashion |
| Booms in the room is flashin |
| Sip to your tune wit a passion |
| Zoom in a action, doom wit a Mac 10 |
| Neighbors tune into the booms when I clap at their men |
| But I ain’t goin back to the penn |
| You witness me nigga, I’m clappin again |
| Knock your brain right on your wrap fringe, lappin |
| Make em crawl out the back of the Benz like Jacklyn |
| FBI we bafflin |
| Grab the straps get the gaffling |
| BGF Click, nigga we rep shit |
| Respect it, before your whole squad get deflected |
| My tec spit, leave you runnin wit chest hits, red drips |
| Fallin like rain drops, when them things pop |
| We bang Glocks like we coming from Bangcock |
| Make the pain stop |
| Aim cock, flame at your top till your frame drop |
| You and your name in the lot, flat on the strange block |