Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Na Na Na Na Na (Caught Slippin) , by - Ramirez. Release date: 09.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Na Na Na Na Na (Caught Slippin) |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| You don’t really want no problem with a G like me |
| Born and raised in the city known as the sucka free |
| Take a trip to the Hunters Point and get yo' ass blast |
| This shit is gettin' drastic, light a blunt and pass it |
| I need that cash inside my hand 'cause I don’t play that shit |
| Grew up 'round my uncle Mac, told me, «Get it out a bitch» |
| Workin' 'til the break of dawn, gotta get my hustle on |
| Pimpin' bitches and countin' digits, the muscle movin' strong, ho |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| I’m in the El Co with tinted windows, blowin' that Indo |
| Bumpin' Nickatina, «Conversations With a Devil,» ho |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| Greased up, G’d up, loced out, smokin' on that potent, mane |
| Two bricks, two licks, two flips, better rake 'em off this, mane |
| Who this punk bitch who think she can run up off the lips? |
| Raise the MAC off my hip and I’m out here dumpin' shit, ho |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin' |
| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case |
| You got caught, you caught slippin' |
| You got caught, you caught slippin' |
| You got caught, you caught slippin' |
| Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na |