Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spin Tha Bend, artist - Hot Boys. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spin Tha Bend |
| Get off the block this my first and last time tellin' bitches |
| Second step I Spin Tha Bend, Bussin, wettin bitches |
| I’m goin back to my old self, Pullin my Chopper of the shelf |
| Wackin' you bitches until it’s no one left |
| I don’t play when I’m off in some drama you know me |
| It’s kill or be killed when you beefin' wit B. G |
| And nothing less than a hundred out the drum clearing the street |
| Yellow tapes and white sheets on yo block all week |
| Bitch niggas that can’t take the heat stay concealed |
| They know if they get caught in the middle they won’t live |
| Ain’t no other way for me to keep it besides real |
| Disrespecting my mind, no doubt you a done deal |
| I’ma BLOCKA, CHICKA BANG, CHICK BUST |
| I’ma BOOM, chicka RAT, TAT, TAT ya home up |
| It’s bout it when I pulled up get got it gone with the wind |
| You bet not be nowhere on the block when I spin tha bend |
| Spots I be discoverin', niggas I be trumblin' |
| Stoppin' up on bubblin, from one side to the other end |
| Hoppin' out the bubble Benz, poppin' him and other friends |
| Bitches I be smotherin' niggas just be stutterin' |
| Juvenile don’t run no mo' I been through this shit before |
| Spin A Bend kick in yo door, lay it all down on the floor |
| Tell me something I don’t no, All you bitches gotta go |
| Give me please all of the coke or I’ma shoot you in yo throat |
| Fuck it I’ma never stop, standin' on whateva block |
| Lookin' for the cheddar spot, open up a better shop |
| I’ma jet when it get hot, Keep everything that I got |
| Damn it if I’m straight or not, I’m gone always be on top |
| Niggas wanna do me in, I’m here come and pursue it then |
| Heads I’m gone be shootin' and you will never move again |
| I’m not a gentleman or sweeter then cinnamon |
| Everytime I spin tha bend they say «Oh no it’s him again» |
| Nothin but soldiers where I stay, niggas dressin' in camouflage |
| Real niggas 'bout pullin triggas and doin' drive-by's |
| Cut-throaters and snakes, keep the murder rate high |
| Niggas who carry Kays ready for war at any time |
| Killas who hit ya spot and don’t care who be outside |
| People they call it hots sell heroin and rocks |
| Hallways & Cuts, stay duckin them cops |
| Stay on they P’s & Q’s you bet not try and plot |
| Nigga if you do believe you gone get chopped |
| 50 fly at you like birds in a flock |
| And if you gotta crew one by one they gone drop |
| And if you got that work we closing down ya shop |
| My niggas be thugged out, Jabows and Reeboks |
| Bush fades and braides no designs and flat-tops |
| From the youngest to the oldest, they nuts lettin' em drop |
| Spin Yo Bend like a dryer takin you off yo block nigga |
| La Lah, What, What What What What What, Listen, Hot Boys Nigga* |
| It’s time to break a nigga off and make him feel the flame |
| I don’t no what be in tight sent me to kill a maan |
| Steal a maan, a vest can’t conceal ya maan |
| All the surgery in the world can’t heal ya pain |
| Cause I Spin Bends, Lil' Weezy hoppin' out first wit two M-10's |
| Ready to tear a nigga shirt and push his ribs in |
| Fill him wit hot ones |
| Run up on the blcok wit nothin but shotguns |
| I’ma young nigga, wig splitter, head busta |
| I said I bust heads DA DA DA DA Did I stutta |
| I swept and spray, ridin through my nigga |
| Police don’t play so why do you? |
| listen |
| You can run but you can’t hide |
| I come wit a gun, cock, aim, fi |
| Late at night I will ride maan |
| When I spin a bend niggas die maan, Fa Real! |