| Eric Breed
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| Bootleg
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| Uh, give it to me
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| Part 2 baby
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| I got dollas in my pocket, not from rollin' (hustlers)
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| I’m a Navigator rider, it ain’t stolen (ballers)
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| I get paid (mo money, mo money mo, mo money, mo money mo)
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| It ain’t no future in your frontin'
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| (mo money, mo money mo, mo money, mo money mo)
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| (Verse 1: MC Breed)
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| This shit bumpin'
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| Somethin' funky people gonna bump to
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| Jump to, hit 'em up do what you want to
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| Got you where I want you
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| Ride to this Flint shit
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| Why you hatin' us nigga, still gonna rip shit
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| E-double, I proclaim the name
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| And you can watch a nigga bubble up and change the game
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| I got a pocket full of money and weed, that’s all I need
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| Sittin' waitin' on my nigga 'bout to get to get freed
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| Got the knowledge of a street scholar
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| Fuck an Impala
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| I want a 600 runnin', and when you see me holla, holla
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| See they swearin' I’m a criminal I’m puttin' Breed on the macks
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| 'Cause I keep the paint jobs all original
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| Them 20s will cover plenty of ground when I’m in your town
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| Fuck around, get clowned when I come around
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| I put it down all that talkin' ain’t nothin'
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| And I’mma tell you once again ain’t no future in your motherfuckin' frontin'
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| (Bootleg)
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| Yo Yo Yo Don’t make me shoot ya fool ain’t no future in your frontin'
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| Me and Eric Breed here to break ya off somethin'
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| I’m the B-double O-T-L-E-G F-L-I-N-T soldiers somebody should have told ya
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| I crush 'em clutchin' me Breed come to rush 'em
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| You want to hear lyrics listen up while I bust 'em
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| Sippin' on that Hen low inhale a good smoke now hold ya breath gag and choke
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| Fools can’t fade already done made it
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| Top of the line me and M. Breed are the dopest you can find
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| In the industry cause we be workin' with that chemistry
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| Magically takin' you to levels form gradually
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| Breakin' you off from different angles and tangles sytematically
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| Inhale exhale doin' automatically
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| Ah ha now yall can ride to the Dayton Family and M. Breed breakin' em of
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| worldwide
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| Don’t hate the player, player hater hate the game
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| You know who I am and all my thugs know my name
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| Who am I (the B-double-O-T-L-E-G)
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| Rap name (Bootleg)
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| Street name (Call him I.D.)
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| All that talkin' that you doin' that ain’t nothin'
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| Me and Eric Breed from Flint.(Flint town, MI hell yea, we in it)
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| It ain’t no future in your frontin'…
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| Flint town…
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| It ain’t no future in your frontin'
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| (M.C. Breed)
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| Never got caught with a birdie
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| Only ride 600 never ride dirty
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| 50 ones always wanna run and come search me
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| Paper chasin' always wakes a nigga up early
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| (Bootleg)
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| And I got dollars in my pocket not from rollin'
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| Since I’m not a fiend the my jewlery never stollin'
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| Puttin' «Bootleg» on everything I own
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| My white Navigator, 8 twelves on chrome
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| It’s the return of the Dayton thugs fresh out of prison
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| But I’m still bugged nothin' but slugs for me mugs
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| Me and 3−6 tearin' up the club anybody violate the family is gettin' drugged
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| Bootleg who said he can flow like I, I doubt it
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| Besides that fact Relativity won’t allow it
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| You can borrow my style but please bring it home
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| Cause my style be missin' its owner when I’m gone
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| Ain’t no future in your frontin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slack'N on Yo Pimpin' , by - MC Breed. Song from the album MC Breed presents The Thugs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп