Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't Trust Dem Boys, artist - La Chat. Album song Murder She Spoke, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
I Don't Trust Dem Boys |
I’m straight up out dat ghetto lookin’fo’a come up I gotta make dat cheese talkin bout mega bucks |
I’m spittin much game and I’m pull 'em in this thangs |
But man this shit is slow, I need to try some other thangs |
My brother, heavy on the low, boomin’into town |
I see he living straight, he need to front his girl a pound |
I be so fucked up, that’s da chance I gotta take |
I’m dropping outta school, cause this cheese I gotta make |
I holla at my brother, he done set his girl straight |
Whatever for that cheese, on the track real late |
I’m pushin so much dope, I done fell off in the mall |
Me and Mac Doody, man we shop until we fall |
I’m tryin not to splurge, gotta keep it on the low |
But dawg that’s hard to do, when you was used to being broke |
I’m out here living nice, niggas jockin’my life |
I got a karat gold smile and I’m dripped up in ice, shit |
I don’t trust dem boys, get em all way from round here |
Everybody talkin’how we flashin’all the time here |
Police niggas snitchin’when I’m tryin to sell these pounds here |
Need to shut the fuck up, you get yo’self drowned here |
I got a Benz on twenties but I’m still in the hood |
My neighbors wonderin how the fuck did I get it so good |
There you go, nosy ho, all up in my biz |
Ain’t no questions asked when I’m out there feeding your kids |
I wonder why the police always riding my block |
They need to take they ass on, I’m tired of swallowin rocks |
Man I’m always getting sweated, man these bitches be at me |
I tell em that my folks died and they left me that fetty |
They ain’t tryin to hear that shit, a punk bitch and a snitch |
These boys hatin’cause I’m hustlin', trying to get rich |
You wanna cut my water off, cause your dick is too soft |
Nigga you ain’t getting paid followin’the law |
If you shut the fuck up, then I might give you something |
But naw bitch, fuck you, I ain’t givin yo hatin’ass nothin |
So you can snitch to the folks, but you gotta have proof |
Don’t let me find out who you are, then it’s over for you, bitch |
I don’t trust dem boys, get em all way from round here |
Everybody talkin’how we flashin’all the time here |
Police niggas snitchin’when I’m tryin to sell these pounds here |
Need to shut the fuck up, you get yo’self drowned here |
It was five in the morning, police kickin’in my front door |
Wit them Tech 9's asking me where the damn dope |
I ain’t got no dope, but they slam me to the fuckin’floor |
They ain’t have to do it like that, I’m a jazzy ho They didn’t find no dope, but they took my ass anyway |
Trying to run the game, bout they shippin’me upstate |
Get me to the station and they lookin’at each other |
Askin me some questions, showin pictures of my brother |
Trying to make a deal, see they thinkin I’m a stupid bitch |
They ain’t find no dope, so these hoes ain’t got shit |
I ain’t sayin’a word, shit they got amy family background |
Even thought it’s true, I ain’t trying to make a damn sound |
72 hours in the tank, goin crazy |
I don’t give a fuck, I can’t snitch on my family |
So they cut me loose, got no evidence to keep me in Back out on these streets and it’s going down once again |
I don’t trust dem boys, get em all way from round here |
Everybody talkin’how we flashin’all the time here |
Police niggas snitchin’when I’m tryin to sell these pounds here |
Need to shut the fuck up, you get yo’self drowned here |