Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Wild, artist - Ruff Ryders. Album song The Redemption Vol. 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.07.2005
Record label: Balboa
Song language: English
Get Wild |
All my niggas all my bitches |
Get high get drunk get wild buck fool |
You know my style get crunk |
Bitches bounce niggas bounce |
Let me give you that funk shit blunt shit |
While I make you bang it out your trunk |
You cats, talk slick but walk quick when the dog hit |
The dog hits coming back to the raw shit |
Aww shit they done let me back out the gate |
Back out to tape back out to rape |
Back off the chains so please back out the way |
Before I blow ya back out with this fuckin AK |
Don’t give a fuck what a nigga say no matter who he sound like |
Make sure you know what the rain is but its gonna be coming down like |
Cats and dogs hold up it is cats and dogs |
Keep fucking with the dog its gonna be cats in the morgue |
Twenty- two million sold lets keep it real |
Most y’all killers ain’t even twenty- two years old |
Ain’t never felt the cold wet behind the ears |
Know what real pain is cried real tears |
I go hard bogard and stand my ground |
Fuck y’all niggas it’s how its goin down baby |
It just don’t look right |
Bullshit coke don’t cook right |
The judge ain’t throwin the book right |
Should thank the lord that you blew up softy |
Don’t talk greasy, you grew up off me |
I ain’t letting go of the block |
And if I get a good enough grip I ain’t lettin go of the lock |
If I happen to pinched I ain’t goin to shock |
I’m gonna to get aquatinted with niggas in general pop |
Stop but don’t hate cause everybody got a lil blood to donate |
Thugs’ll go ape the women’ll come around |
Shortly after that is when the jealousy sets in then they’ll shut it down |
It’s just raspy nothin on the neck wrist ware just classy |
No way I’m letting this money just get past me |
When all I had to do in the first place from the beginning was get nasty |
Niggas been waitin' for that west coast shit I tell them to go fish |
Blowin purple in a purple Laker jersey wit the gold kicks |
Bitches be like Toon you a mutha fuckin trip |
Hop in the whip and lean til that mutha fucka flip |
And every club in Cali crackin' its gangsta town |
Keep a couple of niggas with me that’ll bang you down |
Now lil mama put switches on and make it jump |
Before me you needed Lil Jon to make it crunk |
Naw for real come to Cali player take ya pump |
My New York niggas leave y’all wit razor bumps |
Now pappa raised a rolling stone I feel like pops |
In the absence of Makaveli I feel like Pac |
Even though I got the deal I still might pop |
Right in front of the po-po you could feel my shots |
Man all my niggas carry bangers we feel like SWAT |
And that’s the reason why Rialto feel like Watts |