Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crawl , by - Johnny Winter. Song from the album The Brothers Winter, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 20.06.2016
Record label: The Store For
Song language: English
Crawl |
| I saw these fools tryin to get around, tryin to let me down |
| And all dat, ha but I got an easier way to let dem drown |
| Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone |
| Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat WELL |
| Yo, dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under |
| Big pipes soundin' like thunder |
| Skated by the skin of my teeth |
| I had to put a man in his place last week |
| Now, why you wanna come at me? |
| I’m the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes |
| Wrong nigga for threats, lone nigga wit long chrome |
| And we can dance till one of us drop |
| You score points fallin' wit good formation |
| I’m the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn |
| The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun |
| To the floor, actin like you goin' to war |
| Now, you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher |
| Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod |
| That be the Ruger, y’all niggas keep tryin' hard |
| But who the loser when you can’t walk your hood at night |
| And you can’t come outside without fear? |
| Am I in your thoughts often? |
| While you be walkin? |
| Foot soldier catch you at the store’s corner |
| Keep me on your mind and don’t slumber |
| Man, the minute you slip wit those, that’s your ass |
| M-O-B-B dunn, let’s get it on, dunn |
| Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it’s like this, dunn |
| Aiyyo, cock that shit, pop that shit |
| Squeeze off, let 'em know how real this is |
| M-O-B-B, D-double-E-P wit Bounty Killer |
| No other gun runners keep a round like this |
| From Q-U-double-E-N-S |
| My bomb borough, till the day of my death |
| Whether in shit I been in |
| Runnin' down the block, sprayin shots wit the Lindon, listen |
| We all been through ac-tion, you know the last me blastin' |
| The last man standin', pack shit longer than bare wake |
| Neither the jake nor the snakes gon' stop it |
| You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets |
| Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies |
| Still nuttin' pop but the shells |
| These ain’t words from hell, these are slugs, somethin' you feel |
| A gun runner nigga for real, nigga |
| Yo, hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the actual |
| That brand new six that you couldn’t seem to whip |
| Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit |
| While you layin' bloodied up in the six |
| Flee the front-line, dismantle gat and bounce |
| Then watch the twelve o’clock news and hear 'em shout you out |
| Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet |
| You runnin the streets, you don’t want no problems wit us |
| Everyday is like 4th of July to us |
| Henny in my cup beside the gat you’ll find in my clutch |
| Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched |
| Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched |
| Full fledge like Ra, let em Know The Ledge |
| While you slippin' off edge, your shorty’s givin' me head |
| Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I’m cockin' to spray |
| Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that’s hot your way |