| I was balling through the hood and got jacked for them birds
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| Put a Glock to a nigga head, bitch, what’s the word?
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| Have you seen a young nigga on them twinkies riding clean?
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| White Impala with the white guts, mean on the scene
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| If I see that motherfucker, I’ma buck him 'til he stiff
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| Showing out to these project hoes, drinking on the fifth
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| He gon' sniff when he see me coming, aiming for the head
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| If you real, we can break bread, fuck it, now he dead
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| All them old school niggas said that boy take a trip
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| One week, riding Chevy thang, next thing, he flipped
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| Now he serving in surburban with them TVs in the 'rest
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| And I bet that I’m gonna hang him, hang him by his neck
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| Told my dogs, when they start snitching, hit me on the phone
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| I’m the man with the master plan, I survived the score
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| And I never got to the fool, guess he got away
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| That’s the chance that a nigga took, pushing keys and
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| We got the dope
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| We gots the cheese
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| We got the folks that bring the shit overseas
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| We keep the coke and that hydro weed
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| From the bottom to the top, nigga shopping with me
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| Them feds, they got a buzz, I hate when niggas who be working drugs
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| And now I conversate with hand over my mouth, thug
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| I’m down with a nation, my nation’s getting dirty
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| Fuck with my nation Haitian, you must be getting hurty
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| I’m riding Crownline boat, nasty Mississippi
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| River, I deliver, Nextel burn hit me
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| Pull up with with a life vest, I’m ready to go on out
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| Keeping my eye for coast guards, I’m throwing this purp on out
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| This shit is scary ferry, too many snitching bitches
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| They put my nigga up, they found out in his kitchen
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| I can’t be getting hid, I roll out, have them talkers
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| Them folks be getting slid, heard something, made them stalkers
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| And now I’m on a bimb because I heard of him
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| These squawking-hawking bitches, stay turn to getting grim
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| These boys that make us, we be riding Navi trucks
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| Lexus trucks, Mercedes trucks, boasting back in Caddy trucks, playa
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| We got the dope
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| We gots the cheese
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| We got the folks that bring the shit overseas
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| We keep the coke and that hydro weed
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| From the bottom to the top, nigga shopping with me
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| We keep the coke and that hydro weed
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| From the bottom to the top, nigga shopping with me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Got Da Dope, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song Mystic Stylez: The First Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп