Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Damm Man, artist - MJG. Album song No More Glory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Suave House
Song language: English
Good Damm Man |
La da da da da |
Ooh, oh, ooh |
(MJG) |
MJG with his hand on a black steel figure |
Sent three tricks up to backwoods river |
Give me, uh, the motherfucking chump wanna fight me |
Kick the shit out ya ass quite nicely |
Swangin' round the corner got my game tight, ready |
Rollin' one deep in the SS Chevy |
Hoes, in blow up clothes trying to get my full attention |
But don’t say shit if ya don’t get mentioned |
Drinkin' 80 proof gin, chiefin' green, sticky dope |
Ya ass don’t smoke if ya ass don’t choke |
I’m too thick to be faded, Heinz 57 thickness |
I freeze ya ass with the motherfucking quickness |
It’s the grease that be straight out the street that I deliver |
Shit so cold it make ya insides shiver |
If a nigga twenty holding, twenty motherfucking minutes |
I blow the strength out the bitch damn splitted |
Hellafied, mackadocious blow the better of the hay |
Ya gets no hit if ya ass don’t pay |
Lay ya ass down jacker ain’t no money to be took |
I shot the shit out the got damn crook |
I’m a good damm man, I’m a good damm man |
Just can’t stand that I’m a good damm man and I’m cool |
I’m a good damm man, I’m a good damm man |
Pimp all hoes and, uh take on niggas too |
I’m a good damm man, I’m a good damm man |
Just can’t stand that I’m a good damm man and I’m cool |
Good damm man |
Pimp tight nigga for real slash lavish |
Don’t chase dreams if ya can’t count cabbage |
And even if a woman gets dinner to give me some |
It ain’t no bitch worth my whole income |
Force dir ho, you ain’t no virgin have you heard |
See hoes get broke tryin' to break past the word |
Ain’t no ignorant motherfuckers residing in my zone |
Cause most sad folks got they own damn home |
It’s been too many times that I’ve been ganked and double-crossed |
The game got grown and the game got tossed |
Back in my ass, jabbing me fast, I had to shake |
What I worked to make the side that wants to take |
I get the notion that there’s a fire in the kitchen, feel the flames |
The heat about to cook up ya whole damn thang |
Get ya hand back reaching for mine, suicide |
The fuck got slapped out, the nigga knew he died |
It’s his own damn fault, you know that busta brought it on |
Stay in a child’s place if ya ass ain’t grown |
And you do not prostitute hoes that work for me |
Collect my loot out the got damn streets |
Right now you know the name is M-J-G |
Knock trick punks off the block daily |
I can say we was fucking you up, you was squealing |
Put three caps in the sniper on the building |
Fill him up, shovel his ass, drop his ass, then cut him |
Now you don’t look so bad motherfuck him |
I’m bout tired of bitch niggas and I’m tired of bitch hoes |
But I guess that’s the way life goes |
Cause it grows, cousin workin' on schemes, sale dreams |
Don’t know shit about the hip-hop scene |
Breakin' you clean, using ya ideas, what they doin' |
Signed ya life on the line now ya ruined |
I’m a realist and a leader not a follower |
Break soft shit that the nation can’t swallow |
Never can be stopped, new on the block poet |
Read the fuck out the thread when you sew it |
(Singing) |
La da da da da |
Good damm man |