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
|
Меню
» Главная» Музыка » Правила » В избранное |
[Verse One: Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo everybody hands up Run yo` bling bling, nigga boy stand up It`s E-Dub, whassup? Yeah I`m bouncin, large amounts of cash we countin That stand tall like mountains To bring the drama, it takes a second man (that`s it) One wrong move, "Bring the Pain" like Method Man It`s your boy Damnit, it`s the Bandit, new Hummer in transit Twenty-seven inches come standard (YO!) This my people, whether drivin the Benz, the Pinto Or the Regal, the Range Rover, the Beatle (uh) I`m in New York now but I represent the SWATS of A-Town When I touch down amid grounds Me and L-Dub and Redman, that`s it mo`fuckah You heard what I said man, that`s real (what the deal) It`s E-Dub, pronounce it right Eyes green like Kryptonite, so good night! [Chorus] What y`all want? Y`all want this? We give it to ya, we future thugs We up in yo` crib like, we up in yo` club like We up in yo` hood like, we future thugs [Verse Two: 11/29] Where niggaz be thinkin the, Cadillac`s on 23`s Bitch bring with the DVD`s, old school bucket seats South Memphis to College P, Decatur to N.Y.C. Top droppin that Benz `til it, came with the leather seat Back up off my whip or I jump out and cause a tragedy St. Louis to Florida, from N.Y. to Tennessee Them boys ride 20`s, them niggaz from the hay Them boys flickin Bentleys, Benz, Lex and Escalades Them boys ride clean, twist and turnin in yo` face With that chameleon paint, fresh as {?} I pull up in a fo`-fo`-two with E-Dub With a convertible top on the Chevy, we like what Def Squad in this piece, you want it we give it to ya You don`t want no trouble with me, I might do ya And tear the club up with E-Dub and that nigga {*bang*} Better respect my gangsta I stay with two Rugers [Chorus] [Verse Three: Redman] Yo, I ain`t a thug but I do thug things nigga so hold me down Forty round, caliber spitter, that`s how the shorty crown Run with gordy hounds for 40 miles then ignore me now Duck +Motowns+ than Barry Gordy found, sorry clown! Super future thug, 12 shoe shoot you through the rug James Bond, watch on my arm, tellin me who to truck My God`s my gun, don`t need him since cerebreal cock Beat him size ammo three to five mammal we the Gods that`ll shit on your turf, that`ll get in your skirt I heard Alicia, so my dick give what a woman is worth I make them niggaz blow... then hide `em inside `em My noggin is strange when them dogs is ridin Cause I`ma, cheap fucker, street usher, eat supper with pack of wolves that act a fool, blood on they upper lip Need a nigga, I`m that nigga to call, nigga to draw chainsaws to the brawl, cuttin ya ligaments off [Chorus]
Прямая ссылка на текст песни Future Thug: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/12653.html » Uriah Heep - No Return » Usher David - Final Thougths And The Last Day On Earth » Union Underground - Until You Crack » Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B - I Know You`ll Find Out That I`m A Geek » U2 - All I Want Is You(with Tom Petty And Ben » U2 - Tryin to Throw Your Arms Around The Worl » Urban Cookie Collective - The Key: The Secret » UB40 - Version Girl » Ugly Kid Joe - Mr Recordman » Urge Overkill - Head On » U. D. O - Way Of Life » U2 - Seconds » Ulver - The argument » U. D. O. - Way of Life » Union 13 - For Someone » U-God - Turbulence » Ulver - Capitel v: bergtatt » Unwritten Law - Before I Go » Unholy - Languish for bliss » Underworld - Cups |
|
|
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»
| ||