Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Mashin' Out, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Slow, Loud and Bangin', Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.01.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle, Trae Tha Truth
Song language: English
We Mashin' Out |
Fucking it up until a nigga had enough |
Ya see I’m rough and I’m tough no afro puffs |
But I’m gone in a rage with a twelve gauge |
On the front page and I bet I’m finna call your bluff |
Still so playa flying to Himalayas |
Pulling up in the hood wide body valeter |
I’ma shot call like I’m the Mayor |
For the 2K2 I’m a rap rhyme sayer |
Debanere rap game one of a kind |
Breaking it down I bet I’m fin to leave a nigga behind |
I ain’t lying I’m finan get this bitch crunk |
Make a nigga have a wreck when he pop his trunk |
Somebody finna get dumped trunk |
I don’t give a damn bout a nigga who claiming they down with me |
Niggas be hoes straight up fly to me |
You don’t wanna see that heat on side of me |
Trae ain’t tripping I’m finna flip a nigga off |
I done paid the cost Guerilla Maab in the do' |
I don’t need nan nigga up in my face |
You better beat your feet and at a faster pace |
Like your name was Flow Joe |
Come with a AK out the fo' do' |
Bust me a nigga then I’m out the backdo' |
Taking me a trip to Acapulco what hoe |
I’m in mash mode for all my haters, on the rise like a elevator |
I’m a motivator and a 6−10 skater, cuff your gal cause I might just take her |
I’m on the block cause the block is hot, and I’ll cock the Glock with the red |
dot |
If you try to knock a nigga named Lil' B, wrecking the track with Trae and |
Dougie D |
I’m a motherfucking renogader, packing a AK to spray the whole scene |
When a nigga wanna get out of line drop him off on a dime |
Fo' times until you know what I mean |
See we don’t play cats throwing up S. K |
Mashing full time with no delay |
Dumping bodies all across Fewquay |
Leave em stinking till the bodies decay |
Whoa now cause this is how it go down |
When you fucking with niggas that’s representing H-Town |
Beat your back in until it break down |
Cause niggas is hating they gon feel us now |
Till the break of dawn I don’t bar none |
If a nigga running up he gon catch some |
With a slick to the chest who’s next |
Cause the next stay strapped and then we ready for plex |
We mashing out nigga, without a doubt nigga |
(you know we don’t bar the plex, so how the fuck you gonna stop us nigga) |
We mashing out nigga, without a doubt nigga |
(you know we be known to wreck, so when you play this shit don’t jock nigga) |
I’ma give it to you live I’ma give it to you raw |
I ain’t even finna play with you motherfuckers |
I’m a motherfucker that’ll be packing a Glock |
Taking em out with red dots I’m a head buster |
I’ma mob out I’ma ride out |
No doubt making motherfuckers slide out need to hide out |
Fucking round with the wrong nigga Dougie now now |
Leave a motherfucker crispy burned and fried out |
Does the Dougie give it out m-hm |
Like a nigga be smoking up on good green yes sir |
Fucking em up in the first round yes sir |
I’m just so cold I make a nigga say burr |
Gripping a round me and my dogs get buck |
With the K-E-P-O ready to crunk |
We S-L-A-B now lil' bitch what |
On a shred of the microphone we ain’t no punks |
Dougie D so thoed and they already know |
With the Trae and the Jay’Ton and damn Bybo |
Got a partna named Black One gripping a gun |
I got a kin folk Brite that be dropping the bombs |
I got a click of motherfuckers putting boys on the run |
And when you thought it was over nigga it just begun |
And when you hear this jam nigga don’t you bump |
When you feel you ready nigga then come get some |
Stepping up in the do' you know it’s Kepoe, when it’s bout plex I let my heat go |
Know I gotta represent the S-O, letting my boys go now watch how I flow |
Hard for a broad flow like a bitch, better back up and watch how I switch |
If you get crunk then get hold of this, ain’t no female finna do this shit |
Go nationwide when I glide, 20 inch rims all on my ride |
Buck inside looking live, got a word roll that’ll blow a nigga mind |
Stocks and bonds 401's, mutual funds and I just begun |
But I’m still like Nelly that’s number one, uh-oh better back-back here we come |
Me and Trae done make a way, gotta get paid like Em and Dre |
And I am whatever you say, doing my thing till I’m old and grey |
Grey and old I know you know, if you wanna throw how gotta beat Kepoe |
And when I’m chose I’m wrecking shows, better hold down the booth I’m about to |
blow |
Boosting up Houston’s side of music, y’all know how we do it piled up on tuners |
Eyes all buck sipping orange juice, with Nick At Night like I Love Lucy |
Now po' the Crys' cause I’m in this bitch, celebrate the South on this one hit |
Heard it was do' that I got to get, now watch and see who the baddest chick |
It’s Jay’Ton finna late night creep, niggas bump they gum finna lose they teeth |
Why a nigga wanna fuck around with these G’s, S-L-A-B climbing up the tree |
Headed to the top letting off shots, through the parking lot |
Fuck that shit we don’t bar the cops, walk around strapped with a loaded Glock |
If you wanna fight me what you talking bout, gotta set this off for my partna |
Shot |
We two deep swinging up and down the block, with yellow bone hoes all on my jock |
It never stop we mashing on, sitting sideways when I’m on the chrome |
Pimping my pen coming out the dome, me and my click keep rolling on |
I be Pharoah from Street Miltary |
Military of the streets nigga we killas |
I done hooked up with a mob of Guerillas |
To make me a lil' more scrilla |
Running up on a motherfucker for the kilos |
If you don’t give it up you’s a dead man |
Shoot em down to the ground with hollow tip rounds |
With a flame draped up in the red clan |
It don’t stop I’ma bleed the block |
Represent South Park to the heart MLK Boulevard |
Cause I be the nigga that’ll be fucking em up |
Doing hoe ass niggas bad pulling they card |
Me and my nigga 2, be sweeping through the hood |
Trying to see what’s up on the loot |
In a Oldsmobile with a big old grill |
We roll real in a hot pursuit |
I got’s to shoot loving the game |
To the world everytime I get down |
S-L-A-B Slow Loud And Bangin, bringing platinum hit sounds |
I’ma cause mo' drama than Osama, when I get to blasting shots |
And dropping bombs and stepping on the gas |
Never looking back straight mashing on |
Rack em up dump em down, I’m the Boss of H-Town |
Screwed Up underground, I got hoes in lost and found |
G-O-V, nigga it’s Street Game forever |
All in your face, I’m genuine like leather |
Boss Man Pimp Chris, stacking big faces |
Me and Fat Ceddy, is on rotations |
Understand this here, I’m the playa of the year |
No man I fear, fuck sipping on beer |