Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song D.T.D., artist - Masta Killa. Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
D.T.D. |
| Uh, y’all niggaz should have some of this shit |
| Right here boy, it’s that good shit |
| Uh, it’s just one, two, one, two, replace the beat |
| Aiyo, aiyo, checka, checka, checka, check it out, uh, mothafuckin' |
| I was feelin' lovely, pocket full of dough |
| I lil drunk, reaction madd slow |
| Thinkin', should I step to the Motherland? |
| And rep who? |
| The Wu-Tang Fam |
| Another thang beyond the fam I wanted to get repped |
| Put my lips on the Blunt tip |
| It’s been Two Weeks since our last Squad |
| Stepped in the Grand Resort |
| 25 Dollar fee, plus I.D. |
| But a brotha like me Executive V.I.P. |
| Word, she took a bar seat |
| Had a tall glass of Hennessey and Peach |
| Turned to my left stood this chick, she was slammin' |
| What you do kid? |
| I examined her |
| Pushed up, tried to bag her for her name |
| What happened? |
| I didn’t have **** |
| Overwhelmed by the scent in the air |
| Could it be? |
| Yes, yeah, ha, ha |
| It was start tell the God Jamel, he had a bone |
| A blunt and that end shit |
| I said, «Pass the bone, pass the bone |
| Pass the bone kid, pass the bone» |
| He passed it, took one pour, I was blasted |
| Felt kinda stimulated, fantastic |
| We approached the weak Cipher |
| Did you surprised her? |
| Tranquilized her |
| Bagged her for her name and address |
| Slit to the rest, achieved mad success |
| We don’t front, we run things, here to tell you one thing |
| Run through town like stars, buy you broads, hottest Gods |
| We don’t front, we run things, here to tell you one thing |
| Run through town like stars, hottest bars, fuck you far |
| I shot a Night Club, shorty lookin' wit the Mean Mug |
| Ain’t showin' no love, it’s all good |
| I’m ready to float inside and rip the mic from |
| All I needed was a hydro bone |
| Guess who came down the Block Stumblin' Drunk? |
| I forget the brotha name but he had some stung |
| Check out the blunt, put the weed inside |
| Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied |
| Inhale without potent corpse |
| Exhale you know like 2 pools and off |
| Stimulated kinda Toxic, but don’t sleep |
| You know we got the drop, one shot wit the Heat |
| Some brothas be smokin' |
| That weed of the week |
| But neva me, just stick wit the ganja |
| Since remain ya, in ya area |
| We don’t front, we run things, here to tell you one thing |
| Run through town like stars, buy you broads, hottest Gods |
| We don’t front, we run things, here to tell you one thing |
| Run through town like stars, hottest bars, fuck you far |