Текст (слова) песни: Pastor Troy - Help Me Rhonda

[Pastor Troy:]

KD had called and gave me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the islands
As soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling
Cause all I could see was money piling
Shit, on top of money
Now, ?? with the money for the week, and Chesapeake
The heat made my nigga take a break
If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don`t look suspicious
I`ma sell the fucking quart for the ?? the ha ha
As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice
This is ya nigga for life
Go fight `em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired
Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it
There`s Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt
Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much,
I guess I`ll take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don`t give a fuck
But first I got to pump her up
promise her what, like 10 g`s
Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me
Eternally we`ll be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out
I`m be waiting in the chevy, you know I`m ready to take em` out
If they front `cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch

[Chorus: Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda (in background)]
I`m the realist bitch
I`m mo` realer than reality
Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty
[Repeat 4X]

Well I`m the realist bitch
I`m mo realer than reality (well uh huh)
Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh)
It take nothing to a casualty (what)
FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)
Coming back from St. Croix
First lady to Pastor Troy (well come on)
Even I`m a Georgia Boy, country boy I`m ready jack (well uh huh)
All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin` at (well uh huh)
jump `em like a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by myself (well uh huh)
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else

[Pastor Troy:]

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single
I`ll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin`
Then I`m gone bust in cusin` and leave his punk ass wit nothing
Now what`s in store for you is 10 g`s
(That`s enough for me, I don`t give a fat fuck
what`s the fucking hold up?)
About this time I saw a truck, to damn familiar
K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiar
Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit
Two a.k.`s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfucker
Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe `em money, that what, with K.D. & Chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me
If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder
But for now me and Rhonda filling `em up with the thunder

[Chorus: (Repeat 4X)]

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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: Pastor Troy - Help Me Rhonda [Pastor Troy:] KD had called and gave me the word Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week From the islands As soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling Cause all I could see was money piling Shit, on top of money Now, ?? with the money for the week, and Chesapeake The heat made my nigga take a break If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don`t look suspicious I`ma sell the fucking quart for the ?? the ha ha As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice This is ya nigga for life Go fight `em fire for fire Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it There`s Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much, I guess I`ll take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don`t give a fuck But first I got to pump her up promise her what, like 10 g`s Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me Eternally we`ll be together for better or for worse But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out I`m be waiting in the chevy, you know I`m ready to take em` out If they front `cha baby, come on, we make it we rich Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch [Chorus: Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda (in background)] I`m the realist bitch I`m mo` realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty [Repeat 4X] Well I`m the realist bitch I`m mo realer than reality (well uh huh) Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh) It take nothing to a casualty (what) FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh) Coming back from St. Croix First lady to Pastor Troy (well come on) Even I`m a Georgia Boy, country boy I`m ready jack (well uh huh) All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin` at (well uh huh) jump `em like a maniac (uh huh) Set it off by myself (well uh huh) Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else [Pastor Troy:] Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single I`ll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin` Then I`m gone bust in cusin` and leave his punk ass wit nothing Now what`s in store for you is 10 g`s (That`s enough for me, I don`t give a fat fuck what`s the fucking hold up?) About this time I saw a truck, to damn familiar K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiar Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit Two a.k.`s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfucker Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers That owe `em money, that what, with K.D. & Chesapeake Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder But for now me and Rhonda filling `em up with the thunder [Chorus: (Repeat 4X)] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Help Me Rhonda: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/5682.html Все тексты песен: Pastor Troy » Pastor Troy - Eternal Yard Dash » Pastor Troy - Bless America » Pastor Troy - Vice Versa » Pastor Troy - Then I Got Changed » Pastor Troy - It`s Too Late Now, We Ready!!! » Pastor Troy - Representin` » Pastor Troy - It`s On Down Here » Pastor Troy - My Niggas is the Grind » Pastor Troy - Are We Cuttin » Pastor Troy - Throw Yo Flags Up » Pastor Troy - We Dem Georgia Boyz » Pastor Troy - Are We Cuttin` » Pastor Troy - Can You Stand The Game » Pastor Troy - Throw Your Flags » Pastor Troy - This Tha City » Pastor Troy - Are We Cuttin` » Pastor Troy - Move to Mars! » Pastor Troy - I Pray For » Pastor Troy - Who, What, When, Where » Pastor Troy - Livin` Today Thru... Рекомендуем скачать: » Браво - Синее, синее небо » Белый Орел - Крик на морском берегу » Борис Френкель - Два бога » Борис Браславский - Утро » Булат Окуджава - Фотографии друзей » Булат Окуджава - Песенка про Черного Кота » Бочаров Владимир - ОТПУСТИ МАМАНЯ » Ближе к небу - Плевать на все » Борис Аникин - Ученица » Браво - Этот город » Борис Бурда - Песня о персонажах анекдотов » Булат Окуджава, Виктор Берковский - Дальняя дорога » Браво - Там где сбываются сны » Бригадный подряд - Альтруист » Борис Бондарев - Синие скалы, синяя тень... » Булат Окуджава - Песенка старого шарманщика » Булат Окуджава - Старый романс » Башаков бэнд - Somebody » Булат Окуджава - Старинная солдатская песня » Борис Вайханский - Аристократическая-застольная, или Песня белых мышей
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