Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run, artist - Lo. Album song Twista Presents New Testament 2K: Street Scriptures, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: B-Dub
Song language: English
Run |
Vice pull up, what you gon' do — RUN |
When blue and white’s come, what you gon' do — RUN |
If you can’t get away then stash the gun |
Before you get popped off, have some fun |
9 times outta 10, you escape when you run |
But if you can’t get away then toss the gun |
You’ll be seein' that county cell |
You’ll be livin' in county hell |
Niggas in the bullpen’ll erase yo block |
Muthafuckin' Ricans done stole yo car |
You wanna see this type of shit — NO |
You wanna go this type of place — NO |
All bullshit aside nigga jail ain’t fun |
Especially when you can’t make yo bail and run |
Sittin' in the D-A room talkin' about appeal |
They ain’t tryin' to hear that shit, be for real |
When you hear that you’ll be payin' a lot |
Tryin' to cop out boy ??? |
hot |
Ain’t goin' home cause you ain’t got bond |
Betcha next time you’ll remember to RUN |
Hook 2x's |
Cops see the same old niggas on the block |
Cops see the same niggas in the same spot |
It ain’t they fault that you wasn’t on point |
26 hundred ?? |
in the joint |
Mad at the nigga that had yo back |
Is he the same nigga that had the pack |
They knew every place that you hid the dough |
So you the muthafucka that wasn’t on post |
Playin' with them hoes all outta control |
Served too slow when PIG’s in the hole |
If you knew you had a ??? |
Why the fuck you act like ice and froze |
What was you thinkin' when you sold that crown |
You coulda been bout three blocks down |
Hittin' gates and gateways and all that |
Kept all the cash, the yay, and the gat |
Took you a break, woulda smoked you a blunt |
Came back out and shot back up |
C’mon, c’mon, and RUN |
Hook 2x's |
Leave the gateway open so I can dip through the back |
Smokin' ??? |
they got in a pack |
Tippin' from all the hypes that’s pullin' up on bikes |
What the hell am I doin' out here servin' with two strikes |
Niggas don’t know I’m trainin' to be a track star |
(Whoop, Whoop — Errrrr!) Put yo hands on the car |
You must be one of them tight big niggas that’s old |
But I’m from the bigger number with the rhythm and roll |
I hit blocks, dip cops |
Kept the knot, dropped the Glock, ended up on Wilcox |
It don’t even matter now cause I done throwed them rocks |
Went through a house that I don’t know like I was Goldie Locks |
I broke a sweat |
Now I’m smokin' dro in a Lac |
I’m throwin' a pack |
Shit, I ain’t never goin' back |
If I happen to go to jail, niggas better tryin' |
I make a getaway cleverly and never see time cause I’ll RUN |
Hook |