Текст (слова) песни: DJ Kay Slay f Poster Boy, Shells, Grafh, - New Jack City

[Poster Boy]
Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama King

Fuck with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the bridge
RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs
Keep thinkin` that the god is chillin`
I`m the reason custies is comin` to the Carter Buildin
And it aint no tellin what I do
They may find ya body on 16th smellin like a (*jew*)
I`m the number one stunna when it comes to the east
In the Jag with the .40 cal under the seat
Nigga this is my block, Name a nigga who run me out
Friday come, you and you have your money out
Son, my gun`ll bring a playboy bunny out
Somebody gotta die, I`m a try ya hunny out
Send her to ER with half her tummy out
No C-section, no infants comin out
She cant have babies again
Me and Kay gettin money so its feelin like the eighties again
Holla!

[Shells]
Ayo, You boys is silly, i`m next since Pac and Biggie
And I`m Bout Major Figgas like Dutch and Gillie
Catch Shells all-star weekend down in Philly
On my hip, pack heat like a bowl of chilly
Look - I Clap milli`s, act willy, you a chump
Only kid in the hood with elevators in his truck
See, I flash bucks, rock all black doors
And my watch ice`d out like Jacobs store
When you boys gon learn I got this game lock
What you got for your deal, I spent on X-Box
Keep frontin like you hungry, I`m a feed you a biscuit
I got rock and roll bullets, leave limps like bizkit
So hey, its ya life involved - act like it is
My chain light gray like trash can lids
If one of yall take my chain - none of yall live
You like, "I aint do it Shells", One of yall did!

[Grafh]
`Cause A lot of yall are fakin`, one minute is asolama laken
2 minutes later is where`s my salamy bacon
Niggaz swear the product the makin` requires rockin a aprin
They liars cause its Betty Crocker they bakin
Not that I`m sayin that I Cook, Cause I dont
I keep it as raw as you seen it before it was put on the boat
The hookers`ll open they jaw for free
Fuck being a gentleman, ya girlfriend open the door for me
When a pimp walk the beat, you shut up one day
The day the dick had ya mother next up one way
I come up one way drunk pushin a porshe
Make beef and i`m cookin the sauce - Gravy!
I be lookin like a boss
I pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til I have the fur lookin like a scarf
Lookin like I robbed `em
Tell cops is easy to find like chinks in a nail shop
Holla, cheah!

[Cassidy]
Ayo, get back get back for I click clack click clack
Where that shit at? Get that `for I bust shots!
Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you want to
Front if you want to, And get slumped with the gun too
Gimme mine cause any time I could run through
And put ya brains on the mini blinds in sun roof
Try run dog, you can try hide man
But when I bust the gun dog, you gon die man
I drinkin rum dog and I`m gettin high man
Say good bye man or a prayer - "Aman"
Look It aint hard to get at you dudes
I screw waitresses that`ll slip shit in ya food
I got yay for sale and I got crazy shells
I got it locked from Illadelph to ATL
The wait is over, I`m a take it over
I`m a bubble like vinegar and baking soda
Easy!

[Jae Hood]
Ayo, I`m a D-Block nigga - I don`t respect wack rhymes
If you had a gat in a clock, you couldn`t kill time
Yall cowards don`t want beef, why even start?
Yall like dicks in the pool - none of yall hard
Come thru in the spit white 330 with a mean birdie
Holdin my hammer cause she know its dirty
You got questions, holla at me - I tell you whats what
Lay you on ya back and yall chumps`ll really see whats up
On the real, yall niggaz better chill
Think ya crew spittin flames - I`ll put ya hot dogs on the grill
It gotta be a conspiracy if niggaz aint feelin me
Like a nigga with no eyes - yall not seein me
Call me a director - I give clips to ya broad
Bullets is like gum - How they stick in ya jaw
Go `head, call the narcs - I put a hole thru ya heart
And leave you on the train tracks in a shopping cart
This aint just beats and bars, Its things i`ll do to you
In Compton fuck, I`m tryin to get through to you
The gauge`ll open ya chest like vics
How you went from being soft to hard - niggaz is dicks
I don`t wanna hear nothin bout ya coke and ya toast
Liars get shot in they tongue - I`ll put the mack to ya throat motherfucker!

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[Shells] Ayo, You boys is silly, i`m next since Pac and Biggie And I`m Bout Major Figgas like Dutch and Gillie Catch Shells all-star weekend down in Philly On my hip, pack heat like a bowl of chilly Look - I Clap milli`s, act willy, you a chump Only kid in the hood with elevators in his truck See, I flash bucks, rock all black doors And my watch ice`d out like Jacobs store When you boys gon learn I got this game lock What you got for your deal, I spent on X-Box Keep frontin like you hungry, I`m a feed you a biscuit I got rock and roll bullets, leave limps like bizkit So hey, its ya life involved - act like it is My chain light gray like trash can lids If one of yall take my chain - none of yall live You like, "I aint do it Shells", One of yall did! [Grafh] `Cause A lot of yall are fakin`, one minute is asolama laken 2 minutes later is where`s my salamy bacon Niggaz swear the product the makin` requires rockin a aprin They liars cause its Betty Crocker they bakin Not that I`m sayin that I Cook, Cause I dont I keep it as raw as you seen it before it was put on the boat The hookers`ll open they jaw for free Fuck being a gentleman, ya girlfriend open the door for me When a pimp walk the beat, you shut up one day The day the dick had ya mother next up one way I come up one way drunk pushin a porshe Make beef and i`m cookin the sauce - Gravy! I be lookin like a boss I pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til I have the fur lookin like a scarf Lookin like I robbed `em Tell cops is easy to find like chinks in a nail shop Holla, cheah! [Cassidy] Ayo, get back get back for I click clack click clack Where that shit at? Get that `for I bust shots! Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you want to Front if you want to, And get slumped with the gun too Gimme mine cause any time I could run through And put ya brains on the mini blinds in sun roof Try run dog, you can try hide man But when I bust the gun dog, you gon die man I drinkin rum dog and I`m gettin high man Say good bye man or a prayer - "Aman" Look It aint hard to get at you dudes I screw waitresses that`ll slip shit in ya food I got yay for sale and I got crazy shells I got it locked from Illadelph to ATL The wait is over, I`m a take it over I`m a bubble like vinegar and baking soda Easy! [Jae Hood] Ayo, I`m a D-Block nigga - I don`t respect wack rhymes If you had a gat in a clock, you couldn`t kill time Yall cowards don`t want beef, why even start? Yall like dicks in the pool - none of yall hard Come thru in the spit white 330 with a mean birdie Holdin my hammer cause she know its dirty You got questions, holla at me - I tell you whats what Lay you on ya back and yall chumps`ll really see whats up On the real, yall niggaz better chill Think ya crew spittin flames - I`ll put ya hot dogs on the grill It gotta be a conspiracy if niggaz aint feelin me Like a nigga with no eyes - yall not seein me Call me a director - I give clips to ya broad Bullets is like gum - How they stick in ya jaw Go `head, call the narcs - I put a hole thru ya heart And leave you on the train tracks in a shopping cart This aint just beats and bars, Its things i`ll do to you In Compton fuck, I`m tryin to get through to you The gauge`ll open ya chest like vics How you went from being soft to hard - niggaz is dicks I don`t wanna hear nothin bout ya coke and ya toast Liars get shot in they tongue - I`ll put the mack to ya throat motherfucker! Нравится песня? 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