Текст (слова) песни: Timbaland f Troy Mitchell - Tim`s Bio: Life From Da Bassment

What
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Ha ha
It ain`t over baby
It dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Dat datdat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump
Dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Come on

One question:
Who be the thug that yall love most?
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose
The thug muscle
So whistle if you hear clear
Gon` get you close and yous a dead man like last year
See most fear
The marvelous, alias
You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed
These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted
Too many MC`s not clearly on this hype tip
I`ll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit
extended clips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I`m stompin corners where them drugs flip
Ali Baba snakin lakin trustin north shit
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits
It`s mob official
You test I`ll leave you knock-knissued
Bandaged up like a snitch cuz I ain`t fuckin with you
Straight up, we bringin` it

What y`all, huh huh, V-A
Know about this
What y`all in Hampton, huh huh
Know about this
What y`all in p-town
Know about this
What y`All in Hoviay
Know about this

Check it out
I`m ya p-town hit man
I`ll make ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my dirt
I`m filthy rich man
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs
Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks
I told you that I`m project strong
You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don`t last long
Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I`m Joseph Pesci
don`t fuck around, you ever test me and you`ll have to wet me
I`m ghetto fabulous
the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed
When there`s dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club scenes like, "What?"
Always carryin the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain`t had enough
I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap
Cuz otherwise you wouldn`t quit that, to kidnap
So what I`m sayin is, everybody`s real within the game
Alias be the fame, so you don`t know my name, NIGGA WHAT

What y`all V-A
know about this
What y`all in Hampton, what
Know about this
What y`all in Nomo
Know about this
What y`ll in Chesapeake
Know about this
Bring it boy

See I told y`all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep
AK`s and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps
44`s and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low
Thugs know
The real on how I let shit go
But if it`s real, my niggas hold a forty and fill
Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill
I`m at the point of no return, so I let shells spill
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill
And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steel
Shit`s for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs
and set on top of niggas what let`s straight wet the party up
ESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up
Is that enough?
Y`all niggas still fail to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back cain`t nobody knows you
I suppose you
Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you

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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: Timbaland f Troy Mitchell - Tim`s Bio: Life From Da Bassment What Yo yo yo yo yo yo Ha ha It ain`t over baby It dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat Wah-kump Dat datdat dat Wah-kump, wah-kump Dat dat dat datdat dat Wah-kump Come on One question: Who be the thug that yall love most? Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose The thug muscle So whistle if you hear clear Gon` get you close and yous a dead man like last year See most fear The marvelous, alias You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted Too many MC`s not clearly on this hype tip I`ll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit extended clips I represent because my thugs trip Easy boy, I`m stompin corners where them drugs flip Ali Baba snakin lakin trustin north shit You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits It`s mob official You test I`ll leave you knock-knissued Bandaged up like a snitch cuz I ain`t fuckin with you Straight up, we bringin` it What y`all, huh huh, V-A Know about this What y`all in Hampton, huh huh Know about this What y`all in p-town Know about this What y`All in Hoviay Know about this Check it out I`m ya p-town hit man I`ll make ya shit man Pay my stick man to do my dirt I`m filthy rich man My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks I told you that I`m project strong You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don`t last long Alias the Don I leave it messy like I`m Joseph Pesci don`t fuck around, you ever test me and you`ll have to wet me I`m ghetto fabulous the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed When there`s dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush I rush club scenes like, "What?" Always carryin the bust The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain`t had enough I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap Cuz otherwise you wouldn`t quit that, to kidnap So what I`m sayin is, everybody`s real within the game Alias be the fame, so you don`t know my name, NIGGA WHAT What y`all V-A know about this What y`all in Hampton, what Know about this What y`all in Nomo Know about this What y`ll in Chesapeake Know about this Bring it boy See I told y`all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep AK`s and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps 44`s and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low Thugs know The real on how I let shit go But if it`s real, my niggas hold a forty and fill Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill I`m at the point of no return, so I let shells spill Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steel Shit`s for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs and set on top of niggas what let`s straight wet the party up ESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up Is that enough? Y`all niggas still fail to call my bluff? And yet I told you, when left back cain`t nobody knows you I suppose you Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Tim`s Bio: Life From Da Bassment: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/11244.html Все тексты песен: Timbaland f Troy Mitchell » Timbaland f Troy Mitchell - Bringin` It » Timbaland f Troy Mitchell - Tim`s Bio: Life From Da Bassment Рекомендуем скачать: » Иван-Кайф - Коммерческий риск » Игорь Саруханов - Зеленые глаза » Ирина Терентьева - Что меня манит?.. » Ирина Аллегрова - Не опоздай » Игорь Жук - Идущие в лесу (К спектаклю по пьесе Б.Васильева Веселый тракт) » Ирина Терентьева - Скажи мне, почему мы слушаем себя... » И.Ф.К. ( I.F.K. ) - Панк-рок » Ирина Анциферова - Освободи меня от власти рук... » Игорь Скляр - Комарово » И.Понаровская - Рябиновые бусы » Игорь Белый - Художник » Ирина Орищенко - Душевная цыганочка » Игорь Тальков - Страна детства » Иван-Кайф - Приключения Че Гевары » Игорь Бяльский - Велосипед » Игорь Бяльский - Кино в городе » Игорь Михалёв - Не хочу » Ирина Левинзон - Лебеда » Игорь Байков - Размышления в стиле вестерн » Игорь Михалёв - Рыцарская песня
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