Текст (слова) песни: Bookie f E-40 - Stressin

[Intro: Bookie]
You know what?
I`m gettin` tired of you bitch niggas
Comin` around tryin` ta put my whole court
like I left my muthafuckin` nuts at the house
Fuck you niggas
You niggas wanna try me?
Come and try me
I ain`t the type of nigga that`ll get scared just because a nigga sizin` me up
That don`t mean shit ta me
Muthafuckas wanna be callin` my house, threatenin` ta kill me and shit
Won`t leave no kinda connection for a nigga ta get back at y`all punk asses
Fuck you niggas

[Chorus]
Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on
Feelin` the rage when the heat is on
Do I have ta spell it?
Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromes
Seen bloody days when the heat is on
I thought I told ya
Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on
Feelin` the rage when the heat is on
Do I have ta spell it?
Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromes
Seen bloody days when the heat is on
I thought I told ya

[Bookie]
Alota niggas wanna test me, seein` if I`m weak
Like alota bitch niggas in the pen, spreadin` out they cheeks
Believe me, I`m far from it
Who wanna talk shit ta this nigga
that`s ready ta brawl and mo` cheese than a hundred
I got killas representin` me
So what the fuck a nigga like you doin` talkin` shit ta me?
I`ma let you know the real
Niggas from Neil, we call em bitch made
A pretty flower, a maggot
This nigga Bookie ain`t no faggot
I reside on the Eastside, that`s where I`m from
Even got killas who claimin` the West, strappin` up they vests
You best
Believe that if he tryin` ta make me bleed
Yes indeed, I come and proceed ta put him on his knees
Now I don`t bang, but often hang wit the killas
Slang wit the killas
Do my thang wit the killas
I`m from the ghetto, I done seen it all
So if you want it, come surprise me
Regrettin` that you tryed me

[Chorus]
Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on
Feelin` the rage when the heat is on
Do I have ta spell it?
Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromes
Seen bloody days when the heat is on
I thought I told ya
Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on
Feelin` the rage when the heat is on
Do I have ta spell it?
Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromes
Seen bloody days when the heat is on
I thought I told ya

[E-40]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Me and my whip-i-ly-zation be on some got it
Take off the head and then I kill the body
One in the ground, the other one in the pen
Livin` that extra man is like ran up in this den
Finger fucked and raped his box, tied him up and made him watch
Pistol whooped his face, got him for a safe
Bookie
These niggas got me bent, I ain`t no sucka
I`m a magazine street hustler like Larry Flynt
Rapper slash P.I. pimp
Pistol packin`, always hot, P.I. pimp
These niggas don`t wanna go ta war
These niggas ain`t tryin` ta funk no mo`
Them niggas know that they can`t score
Y`all niggas scared ta see us toe ta toe
You monks ain`t got the wind
Don`t act like we don`t know
You niggas be too looped
You niggas be on blow
You niggas be too soup
You niggas just don`t know

[Chorus]
Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on
Feelin` the rage when the heat is on
Do I have ta spell it?
Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromes

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bookie f E-40 - Stressin [Intro: Bookie] You know what? I`m gettin` tired of you bitch niggas Comin` around tryin` ta put my whole court like I left my muthafuckin` nuts at the house Fuck you niggas You niggas wanna try me? Come and try me I ain`t the type of nigga that`ll get scared just because a nigga sizin` me up That don`t mean shit ta me Muthafuckas wanna be callin` my house, threatenin` ta kill me and shit Won`t leave no kinda connection for a nigga ta get back at y`all punk asses Fuck you niggas [Chorus] Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on Feelin` the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromes Seen bloody days when the heat is on I thought I told ya Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on Feelin` the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromes Seen bloody days when the heat is on I thought I told ya [Bookie] Alota niggas wanna test me, seein` if I`m weak Like alota bitch niggas in the pen, spreadin` out they cheeks Believe me, I`m far from it Who wanna talk shit ta this nigga that`s ready ta brawl and mo` cheese than a hundred I got killas representin` me So what the fuck a nigga like you doin` talkin` shit ta me? I`ma let you know the real Niggas from Neil, we call em bitch made A pretty flower, a maggot This nigga Bookie ain`t no faggot I reside on the Eastside, that`s where I`m from Even got killas who claimin` the West, strappin` up they vests You best Believe that if he tryin` ta make me bleed Yes indeed, I come and proceed ta put him on his knees Now I don`t bang, but often hang wit the killas Slang wit the killas Do my thang wit the killas I`m from the ghetto, I done seen it all So if you want it, come surprise me Regrettin` that you tryed me [Chorus] Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on Feelin` the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromes Seen bloody days when the heat is on I thought I told ya Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on Feelin` the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromes Seen bloody days when the heat is on I thought I told ya [E-40] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Me and my whip-i-ly-zation be on some got it Take off the head and then I kill the body One in the ground, the other one in the pen Livin` that extra man is like ran up in this den Finger fucked and raped his box, tied him up and made him watch Pistol whooped his face, got him for a safe Bookie These niggas got me bent, I ain`t no sucka I`m a magazine street hustler like Larry Flynt Rapper slash P.I. pimp Pistol packin`, always hot, P.I. pimp These niggas don`t wanna go ta war These niggas ain`t tryin` ta funk no mo` Them niggas know that they can`t score Y`all niggas scared ta see us toe ta toe You monks ain`t got the wind Don`t act like we don`t know You niggas be too looped You niggas be on blow You niggas be too soup You niggas just don`t know [Chorus] Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on Feelin` the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these niggas behind me, grippin` they chromes Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Stressin: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/25886.html Все тексты песен: Bookie f E-40 » Bookie f E-40 - Stressin » Bookie f E-40 - Try Me Рекомендуем скачать: » Черняков Владимир - Летите скорее » Чайф - Мне не хватает » Чичерина - 40000 километров » Чайф - Кончается век » Чиж и компания, Сергей Чиграков - Если » Чиж и компания, Сергей Чиграков - В старинном городе Обломове » Черный Обелиск - Алкарель » Чай Вдвоем - Я не забуду » Чиж и компания, Сергей Чиграков - О любви » Чайф - Рок-н-ролл этой ночи » Чиж и компания, Сергей Чиграков - Глазами и душой » Чиж и компания, Сергей Чиграков - Still Lifе » Чернила - Пусть на улице грязь » Чехов - Головокружение » Чернила для пятого класса - Старая церковь » Чичерина - Жара » Чайф - Я видел металл » Чайф - Легкомысленный вальс (Тю-лю-лю) » Чайф - Спой мне песню про любовь » Чичерина - Точки
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