Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Don, Ro & Trae (feat. Z-Ro & Trae), artist - Lil Keke. Album song Undaground All-Stars, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.03.2005
Record label: Seven 13
Song language: English
Da Don, Ro & Trae (feat. Z-Ro & Trae) |
Don, Ro and Trae |
Taking over the rap game, and collecting our change everyday |
Serious and we don’t play, these hoes know we got wind of that hoe |
But still fuck with us anyway |
Don Ro and Trae fully loaded with automatics |
Bitch we tripping, when coming your way |
Watch what you say, cause fucking with the Screwed Up Click |
You’ll get hit and we’ll make it, to be on your way |
It’s automatic these niggas don’t want no problems, when I’m flossing in a boss |
and mine |
Bitch I’ve been the truth around this motherfucker, mouthpiece been ahead of my |
time |
Catch me dropping the top, slide the clip in and cock my Glock |
Ain’t no love for these hating niggas, better get your mind right 'fore |
some’ing get popped |
Back to the fact I’m lethal on these streets, whether my pen or my reputation |
Some cats, ain’t even worth the conversation |
All of this misrepresentation, finna get put to a end |
Y’all had y’all run for the time gone, it just got put to a end |
I know I’m cocky, but I clearly remember motherfuckers wasn’t feeling Trae |
But they knew, I wasn’t too far around the way |
Pissed em off, when I pulled up inside that platinum Chevrolet |
With a bunch of Hoovers and Bloods, final destination where I stay |
On F-O-N-D-R-E-N, all the way back to the Leaf |
Mo City, Hiram-Clarke, South Park my niggas vouching for me |
They know everytime I spit, I spit like it’s the last that I’m breathing |
With the three of us in this bitch, I hope you have a wonderful evening bitch |
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is roll me up one |
And prepare myself to deal with bitch niggas, in case I have to touch one |
It don’t matter cause I love war, from where the prostitutes and the drugs are |
Fuck with me or my kinfolk Trae, your face is where my slugs are |
I’m an asshole by nature, until my casket is closed |
But in the meanwhile, I’ma represent and let my plastic explode |
And Houston Texas it been crazy lately, everybody been getting bumped off |
Maybe that’s the reason, I’m never without the gun or the sawed off |
Don’t approach me too quickly, cause I’m paranoid |
Fuck around and squeeze the trigga nigga, all opposition must be destroyed |
I’m a gangsta plus a soldier, fuck niggas off when I’m on sober |
Fuck all these rap niggas cause I’m colder, like a pair of britches I will fold |
ya |
Call me the cleanest, cause I’m about to wash all y’all fellas |
Making a motherfucker come clean, by bringing a bitch out of all y’all fellas |
Even got niggas firing charges, cause I got they ass beat up |
But even through the madness, I relax and keep my feet up |
I’m one of the coldest lyricists, that this city done ever seen |
Naturally getting mean, I punish my sixteen |
Niggas gut check, niggas be talking who I recruited |
8100 block, in the hood I’m undisputed |
Me and Trae you ain’t know, the Don plus Z-Ro |
S.U.C. |
in the building, we shooting they hit the flo' |
Niggas stop that, know damn well that I can top that |
Ten G’s mic and a stage, and I’ll rock that |
Back crunk, streets are fiending and missing me |
Cause it’s one love, know that I murder for C.M.G |
You niggas dick riding, bumping your gums it’s killing me |
Cause I’m top dog, fake ass niggas you feeling me |
Get your heart right, we riding and busting it ain’t nothing |
Letting the top peel back, from the push of a button |
It’s A.B.N.-Rap-A-Lot, niggas don’t want none |
C.M.G. |
Teflon, Lil' Keke the Icon hey |
(*talking*) |
Check it out man, C.M.G |
My motherfucking click, Custom Made Gangsterz |