Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Got That, artist - Warren G. Album song I Want It All, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.10.1999
Record label: RESTLESS
Song language: English
We Got That |
| Aiyyo, y’all niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape |
| Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes |
| I make the hardest shed a tear |
| Give 'em a gun, if I had two right here |
| Two over there, fuck playin' fair! |
| Y’all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear |
| Drag just burn that up and get it outta here |
| Y’all think y’all goin' from heaven to hell? |
| Y’all ain’t goin' nowhere |
| But in the same town on the same dirty ground |
| And I don’t care how you livin' it up |
| I even got dead niggas shiverin' up |
| You can bet I come diggin' you up |
| Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by |
| Me? |
| I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus |
| The one open is at the tip of the nose |
| When it blows, y’all so-called-pimps die hoes |
| Don’t bite rhymes or flows, just air mark |
| Snap with a finger, have y’all wanted in dead park |
| Anything that’s dealin' with dough, we got that |
| Cock back, hold in position for combat |
| Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned |
| Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne |
| Anything that’s dealin' with dough, we got that |
| Cock back, hold in position for combat |
| Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned |
| Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne |
| Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean? |
| Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams |
| Since I had a snotty scream |
| Was taught to die in a red beam |
| Never ask when I need cash |
| I’m a customer, I snatch your cream |
| Soldier, cross-over, knock on my door |
| Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the population’s over |
| I’m causing early retirements |
| Cuz you blast last when I’m firing |
| Dyin' in the blood you lyin' in |
| Went from the full house to the raw house |
| To niggas tryin' to rip my draws out |
| Try it now, nigga, blow your jaw out |
| You don’t want my gun to go pow-pow |
| Well, I’mma have your face the same color |
| As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga |
| These ain’t water pistols- they shoot many missles |
| And when I set 'em off, they scar your bones to the grissle |
| Only I knew how it was gonna come |
| Put up in your baby-mom, for your only son |
| I’m takin' e’eryone |
| Anything that’s dealin' with dough, we got that |
| Cock back, hold in position for combat |
| Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned |
| Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne |
| Anything that’s dealin' with dough, we got that |
| Cock back, hold in position for combat |
| Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned |
| Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne |
| Uh, I’m psychologically fucked up, know the truth |
| See, I’s sick, throwin' up Henny and? |
| Gook? |
| POOF! |
| Me gone, I pray for the death of my mother |
| Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her that I loved her |
| Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the ring |
| Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend |
| Golden ice, I stole for the love of my wife |
| Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me |
| Came home, of course as the king of my throne |
| Back to Roley’s, back to smokin' bones with coley |
| My demo was better than a lot of y’all records |
| Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun go |
| I murdered some quick for dough |
| Hit 'em up fast, watched them die extra slow |
| I lock shop when I come through with the blue tops |
| Smokin' a oo-whop, with all Glocks cocked |
| Anything that’s dealin' with dough, we got that |
| Cock back, hold in position for combat |
| Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned |
| Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne |
| Anything that’s dealin' with dough, we got that |
| Cock back, hold in position for combat |
| Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned |
| Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne |
| Anything that’s dealin' with dough, we got that |
| Cock back, hold in position for combat |
| Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned |
| Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne |
| Anything that’s dealin' with dough, we got that |
| Cock back, hold in position for combat |
| Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned |
| Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne |
| See now, there it go |
| Y’all got it |
| The East Coast West Coast collabo |
| Warren G doin' it with my niggas from The Ruff Ryders |
| Eve, my nigga Drag-On |
| Yeah, that’s how we doin' it, like that for y’all |
| In the '99 |