| I’m at the club thugged out, Tommy from head to toe
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| Smokin' on that green leaf, mackin' me hoe
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| Hangin' in the door, had to decide I’m real thuggish
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| Niggas be hatin' that shit cause they bitches, they love us
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| I’m grilled up across the top, representin' the South
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| Where ya quick to get broke off if ya runnin' ya mouth
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| It ain’t no doubt about these killers, if ya call em' they comin'
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| Gun shots at all the hot spots keep niggas runnin'
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| I’m at the bar gettin' fucked up, sippin' on me some Hen
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| Tryin' to mack to this bitch with this dyke ass friend
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| I told that dyke ho «Why don’t you carry yo punk ass on»
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| That bitch decided to say something smart and I knew it was on
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| I swat the ho out, the punk must have thought she was pimpin'
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| Here ths bitch come again with about seven, eight niggas
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| I told these tricks «I'm outside if you comin' with anna»
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| I poped the trunk and lit that bitch up like «The Star-Spangled Banner»
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| Cause see we buck up in this bitch
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| Fixin' to tear up some shit
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| Better call 5−0 if you wanna survive ho
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| Shit, it ain’t no stoppin' once the units get poppin'
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| Spit rounds, into the ground is where them bodies be droppin'
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| I’m on the strip ridin' clean on a Saturday night
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| Street lights got me flickin' plus I keep my shit tight
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| Black Magic sprayed on the tires, my Vogues like jewels now
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| Drivin' them hoes crazy, they wanna come to me now
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| I’m by myself, ridin' solo with that yok in my lap
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| In this town you got niggas that jack for shit and get snapped
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| You can tell when you see em' they be more ready to scuffle
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| Tail lights out, no tags and they missin' a muffler
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| I drop the top and I’m lookin' in my rear-view mirror
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| I seen some niggas look like jackers comin' up from the rear
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| I put that yok in my back, I knew they wouldn’t get far
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| One nigga met up with that unit and told me get out the car
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| I acted scared, put my hands up and I got out the ride
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| I waited good until his trick ass nigga got up inside
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| He tried to pull out, I bucked his ass twice in the head
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| Shot up they clicked and peeped em' twice to make sure they was dead
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| I’m in the park with my niggas smokin' on Optimos
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| Drinkin' Moet, trippin' off these broke ass hoes
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| These suckers puttin' on a show tryin' to impress these bitches
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| Drivin' all outta control, bouncin' like they got switches
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| If they hit my shit, I’ma rip a hole in they ass
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| They let excitement from speedin' take control of they ass
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| Just as I said it, some nigga ran into me with his Chevy
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| I grabbed that fuckin' yok and told them bitches get ready
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| I jumped out and didn’t ask questions
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| All you see was that fire jumpin' out that Smith-N-Wesson
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| I blowed his ass off and now it’s time to bounce from the scene
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| Before I smashed off I hit another blunt from that green
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| I started smokin' like ain’t nothin' happen
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| One thing about it, if it’s drama then I’m cappin'
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| Don’t play no games, if you do you might get sprayed quick
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| Fuckin' aroun and I’m down with this gangsta shit
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| Get cho' wig split |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Buck Up N Dis , by - Gangsta Pat. Song from the album Tear Yo Club Down, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп