| Let me lock this muthafucka down, ya understand what I’m sayin', nigga
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| Fuck wrong wit you
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| I talk dis shit cause I’m bout dis shit
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| Ain’t noway I can run, noway out dis shit
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| I breathe dis shit cause it’s all up in the air
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| Before my casket drop put my pistol up in there
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| I talk dis shit & I stomp my feet
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| Cause I’m a street nigga from the U-P-T
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| I keep my heat & don’t squash no beef
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| They say I wouldn’t see 20 but now I’m 23
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| Bout to be 24 wit a brand new Escalade
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| An a Deville park in my front driveway
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| My girl push the pedal to the flo' in a 2G Tahoe
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| When we floss we ride slow & blow behind tinted windows
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| Laughin' at these niggas frontin' up in the luxury rentals
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| They screamin' soulja dis & the screamin' soulja dat
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| But Soulja don’t play no games I’ll put yo head on a flat
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| Ain’t to much changed about me still the same from way back
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| 89' goin' into 90' had the game down pat
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| Momma couldn’t find me, ya baby boy flippin' crack
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| Flippin' dimes, flippin' twenty’s tryna come up
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| Got me a duece five for the jackers runnin' up
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| Ready to bust & drop my nuts, don’t give a fuck
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| I smoke to much til' I be bout to fall out
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| Fuckin' wit Snoop Dogg off in the Dogg House
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| Since I balls outta control, balls outta control
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| Dem laws outta control, dem laws outta control
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| They actin' like ridin' on chrome is a crime
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| That’s why I play the factory, so the won’t be hackin' me
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| Had enough of ridin' in a 2G hot, wit a Glock an a beamer on top
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| Wit a vest on, T-shirt made teflon
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| Fellin' like Spice-1, «wouldn't look to pretty wit my chest gone»
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| Cause nigga don’t play in the city of choppers
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| Most niggas get they shit split behind money & poppers
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| Wit air max on, prop top, & nigga boxers
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| You niggas better get yall fuckin' mind right
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| Straight like dat, for the fuckin' 2G ya nigga
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| These niggas get in this muthafuckin' studio & be, man I
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| Say brah these niggas got me so fuckin' mad wit 'em brah
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| I ain’t liein' brah ya understand what I’m sayin'
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| But I ain’t gonna hate 'em though ya understand what I’m sayin' ya dig
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| But guess what it’s real over here, I say it’s real over here
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| No Limit 4 Life the shit don’t stop ya understand what I’m sayin'
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| An the Glock stay cocked ya understand, nigga know what’s happ’n wit me
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| A nigga betta kill see what I’m sayin' that’s what a nigga betta do
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| Ya understand what I’m sayin'
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| Straight like dat 2−0-1 this is my year, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 'Bout Dis Shit , by - Soulja Slim. Song from the album Soulja Slim Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп